I fly a starshit across the poopiverse divide.
And when it screeches from my hide.
I’ll find a place to rest my faeces if I can. So that I may become a Highway Turd again.
And what may seem to be a piece of cloth that’s stained. But I’ll poop again.
I’ll flush them down the drain… The Drain… The Drain… The Draaaaiiinnn.