[the glutton's bellyache]

ah'm sloppin' up that lard belly

hawngry for that donut fat

piggy knuckle hem'roid ruttin'

gizzard gristle cheezy blab



[the watcher replies]

bewilder us not in twilight uh comin'

for fear is a key to a room full of bees

balance us all in this veg'table recline

I want what's before me, and I get what I need



[the glutton bitches some more]

you turnip-lovin' tater-totin'

mushroom-eatin' son of a mom

you lesbian-votin' raisin-loafin'

ganja-breathin' man of the mud



[posthuman poots, followed by humorous response]



[the glutton becomes paranoid and defensive]

we up against a pine-knot wall

you done pushed us out the future scene

we stole this land fair and square

in the names of god and blood and greed



[the watcher reiterates his point]

consider the dirt you scrape off your boots

'cause tomorrow is here and you can't even see

cover us all in blankets of spacetime

I want what's before me, and I get what I need



[the glutton throws more epithets]

you woman-kissin' work-resistin'

baby-makin' daughter of earth

you money-grabbin' tarot-blabbin'

garlic-growin' woman of ferns



[the watcher keeps on circlin']

bewilder us not in twilight uh comin'

for fear is a key to a room full of bees

balance us all in this veg'table recline

I want what's before me, and I get what I need