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Now me say come and go down a Manuel Road, gyal and bwoy
Fi go bruk rock stone
Now listen up, listen up, ladies and gentlemen
Ras I Zulu coming in to you all the way from Portmore
Inna Jamaica West Indies
But check this out, check this out
From Lawrence, Kansas, reading from Naked Lounge
And weighing in slightly over one hundred pound
Shooting forty-five from his arsehole
Uncle Bill, Uncle Bill, Uncle Bill
Coming in strong, your friend and my friend, remember that
Anyway, why not one all-purpose blob?
Did I ever tell you about the man who taught his asshole to talk?
His whole abdomen would move up and down, you dig?
Farting out the words, it was unlike anything I ever heard
This ass-talk had a sort of gut frequency
It hits you right down there like you gotta go
You know, when the old colon gives you the elbow
And you feel sort of cold inside
And you know all you have to do is turds
Well, this talking hits you right down there
A bubbly, thick, stagnant sound
A sound you could smell
This man worked for a carnival, you dig?
And to start with it was like a novelty ventriloquist act
Real funny too, at first
He had a number he called "The Better El"
That was a scream
I tell you, and I forget most of it, but it was clever
Like, "Oh, I say, are you still down there, old thing?"
"Nah, I had to go relieve myself"
But after a while the ass starts talking on its own
He would go in without anything prepared
And his ass would ad-lib and toss the gags back at him every time
Then it developed sort of teeth-like, little raspy and curving hooks
And started eating
He thought this was cute at first and built an act around it
But the asshole would eat its way through his pants
And start talking in the street
Shouting how he wanted equal rights
He'd get drunk too and have crying jag
Nobody loves him, want to be kissed same as any other mouth
Finally it talked all the time, day and night
You could hear him for blocks
Screaming out to shut up
And beating it with his fists and sticking candles up it
But nothing did any good
The asshole said to him
"It's you who will shut up in the end, not me
Because we don't need you around here anymore
I can talk and eat and shit"
After that he began waking up in the morning
With a transparent jelly like a tadpole's tail all over his mouth
Now this jelly's what the scientists call DT
That's undifferentiated tissue
Which can grow into any kind of flesh on the human body
He would tear it off his mouth
And the pieces would stick to his hands like burning gasoline jelly
Grow there, grow anywhere on him
Anywhere on him a glob of it fell
So finally his mouth sealed over
And the whole head would have amputated spontaneous
Did you know that the condition occurs in parts of Africa
And only among Negroes
Where the little toe amputates spontaneously?
Except the eyes, you dig?
That's one thing the asshole couldn't lose
It needed the eyes
But nerve connections were blocked and infiltrated and atrophied
So the brain couldn't give orders anymore
It was trapped in the skull, sealed off
For a while you could see the silent
Helpless suffering of the brain behind the eyes
Then finally the brain must have died
Because the eyes went out
There was no more feeling in them
Than a crab's eye on the end of a stalk
That's the sex that passes the censor
Squeezes through between girls
Because there's always a space between
In popular songs, grade B movies
Giving away the basic American rottenness
Spurting out like breaking boils
Throwing off globs of that undifferentiated tissue
To fall anywhere and grow into some degenerate cancerous life form
Reproducing a hideous random image
Some would be entirely made of penis-like erectile tissue
Others viscera barely covered over with skin
Clusters of three and four eyes together
Criss-cross of mouths and assholes
Human parts shaking around and pouring out