Whole ain't s'wole

I once heard a health guru explain

That we all should be more s'wole

But how does that equate to a perfect state

When your motive's as black as your soul

I bought a ticket to a burning man

And drank the konbu koolaide

According to plan

A hole ain't a hole until it's s'wole

Then you can't pass gas

with much control

The woke folk sell

Everything that's s'well

But the rest of us apparently

Are going to hell

A hole ain't a hole until it's s'wole

Then you can't pass gas

with much control

If you open the Gates

And let the psychos in

You can be damn sure

That they're going to win

I've heard tales from the crypt for weeks

And even though it's winter

You can hear birds tweet

When did a bike ride turn into spin

Then there's the influencers

Selling skin

I bought a ticket to a burning man

And drank the konbu koolaide

According to plan