They bent their body into position
With that one single mission
Down in a hole without end or bottom
Our poo is made of pure pink cotton
Fake truths are so easy to swallow
Comfortably shallow
Words with soft edges
Raise you pledges
A temple of
fake truth
With the look of youth
Devours of air
Fountain hair
floating from their
superior power tower
They shall let you open
their flower
Healthy glow
A shell of gold
So controlled
So certain
No one looks
behind the curtain
