Monday

I believe ....

I believe for every bag of shit that falls
A flower dies,
I believe that somewhere in the darkest night
A pink pig flies,
I believe for everyone who goes to hell,
Some fundy comes to make it smell
,I believe,
I believe.

I believe above the storm a smallest fart
Will still be heard,
I believe that big cats in the great somewhere
Kill any bird,
Every time I eat a Big Ben pie,
Or clean my teeth, or see pigs fly,
Then I know why,
I believe.

Every time I wear a garish tie ,
Or smell my feet, or say a Hi!,
Then I know why,
I believe.