We're All Full of Feces

When your world is so dreary and your outlook is down,
Your throat is sore and your face wears a frown
There’s no need to stay there and remain in the pit;
It’s simply because we’re all full of feces.

The sounds of the world will buzz in your ears,
And the noise of the madness can bring you to tears.
The children are lonely and in their sadness they sit,
And it’s simply because we’re all full of feces.

The school system’s stale, our relationships fail,
And the whole damn mess is such a sad tale.
But, cheer up, my friends, and don’t have a fit.
It’s simply because we’re all full of feces.

Our religious leaders are down on their knees,
And the Pope goes around and tries to set free
All of God’s children from a world that’s unfit,
And it’s simply because we’re all full of feces.

Know ye not that this temple is God’s?
We cannot make it against such great odds.
To live by this truth is our panacea,
But first we must deal with our diarrhea.

The TV and radio tell of our plight,
And the truth of the matter is that no one is right.
We can’t keep going with a miss or a hit
'til we deal with the fact that we’re all full of feces.

So get down to business and clean up your mess.
It’s our only redemption; it’s where to begin.
All things will change when we each do our bit.
It’s truly because we’re full of feces.

~ Ray Kent, 1983