Bo Burnham - On Poets and Farts lyrics
[Bo Burnham - On Poets and Farts lyrics]
Why do poets always talk
About the ocean's waves
About their single file march to shore
And yet never talk about
My grandmother's farts
Which arrive in time, one after the other
With equal regularity?
Are these poets too holy
To comment on anything
Less than nature's flashiest gestures?
Are we going to spend
Another millennia searching
For meaning in sunsets and waterfalls?
Or will we finally turn our
Ear to Grammy's rump
And away from all that pretty stuff
And hеar that foul, muted trumpet sing
Marking the еnd of an era?
About the ocean's waves
About their single file march to shore
And yet never talk about
My grandmother's farts
Which arrive in time, one after the other
With equal regularity?
Are these poets too holy
To comment on anything
Less than nature's flashiest gestures?
Are we going to spend
Another millennia searching
For meaning in sunsets and waterfalls?
Or will we finally turn our
Ear to Grammy's rump
And away from all that pretty stuff
And hеar that foul, muted trumpet sing
Marking the еnd of an era?
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