Just like I remember it

F--k around lay around
A wise old man said to me once.
A pig in s--t will remain as said pig
Until the s--t runs out...
And the pretty little fly with it's reflective eyelids,
Feels the pull of need and desire for said pile of s--t.
But that's how I remember you,
As that fly in s--t
I don't even remember who was who
Was I pig?
Fly?
Fly on pig s--t?
Pig on fly s--t?
Fly on pig's back...
That's where I wanted to be...
F----n round
Layin round
Happy as a fly
Happy like the pig
That is left chasing a flaming little autonomusly engineered pile.
Fuck around
Lay around...
Good luck with that shit...