Good Pile

The good pile is part of my self
Which I brew anew every day
Upstairs I put food into myself
And my cells and germs draw out energy
They put in information and love
And form a being that I will poop out
And to which I can say
"You are stinking!"

Whether the pile is good
Is my own choice alone
It is a living being
Full of my own cells and germs
That follow it's own consensus
To carry it into microcosm

And if I live my own consensus
And this consensus is sustainable
For the benefit of the planet and our great mother
It will spread the microcosmic realm of bacilli
To follow me wherever I go

And whether I eat tortured beings
Or appreciate the benefits of nicotine and caffeine

Our great mother creates new weed from
That bears my good will