A Humble Conscious of Excrements

Understanding that your arm pit hair unites human beings to conscious thought.

That you think of me as within your ocular in serendepity.

Pressed for time I don't know why men don't wait for rhyme or reason.

As your arm pit hair releases me with ripose when annointed with your holy feces.

To orbit in the bowels circumstances you could choose also to piss me out.

To say no to struggle, since I have known the travelling of s**t, and pee embedded as you are to be kind to all.