Shit home Chicago
the warm smell
in the place where the
flies dwell.
Shit home Chicago
cold in the outhouse
loneliness after break-up
you were my spouse,
my spouse.

You took a dump with me
on the double seat
that was made of beechwood
hand in hand to the adulthood.
Felt the rising pressure
movement in our guts
sound of the newborn
love from our butts.
Baby won't you come back
to the same old outhouse
our shit home Chicago
where I wiped with your blouse.

[Chorus]

Recalling winter days
when we pulled down our jeans
on the backyard of poverty
pushing it, two horny teens.
There was our crime scene
we freed the smutty hormone
we kissed on the wide hole
then we crapped like Al Capone.
Shit home in Chicago
black turd on a white snow
once we made lewd love
on the stinky patio.

[Chorus]

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