You've asked me if I like poo,
And I choke while I deny.
I'd rather dirt used sparingly
Than proceed to dump cow pie.
But who am I to judge you,
If what you use is poo?
Just stay outside, I don't want to smell the real you.

And sometimes when you mulch
The smell gets way too much
And I want to hold my nose and hide.
Don't wanna hold you, I might die,
At the least break down my eyes.
Don't wanna touch you 'til you take a bath outside.

The stench has made me wait edgily,
To see if you're bait or prize.
Do you show immaturity,
Render scent without lye?

I'm just another writer,
And have to tell the truth.
As they chant "hack writer",
I'm strapped within it's use.

And sometimes when you mulch
The smell gets way too much
And I want to hold my nose and hide.
Don't wanna hold you, I might die,
At the least bust out my eyes.
Don't wanna touch you 'til you take a bath outside.

At times I will forsake you,
Lock door and hide the keys.
But then I know you'd get through,
By melting all those keys.

Sometimes I see what you grew,
And I see how hard you've tried.
I've seen roses command you,
I've watched those roses die.

I think that I'm a sniffer,
Until then we're just friends.
Just wash until you're better,
Do not make my nose flare again.

And sometimes when you mulch
The smell is way too much
And I want to close my door and hide.
Don't wanna hold you, I might die,
At the least water from my eyes.
Don't wanna touch you 'til you take a bath outsiiiiiide. (fade)