He swallowed the matter
Now the matter’s screaming

Bent over double
Completely revealing

His insides cry
Like any other

Louder at times
With the stench of sulfur

To get the full picture
We go to private places

What goes in what comes out
Says more about our existence

Than what we believe
What we preach

What we do how does it
Connect to what we think

Doubled over face to face
With our own stink