It’s what I enjoy, though some might judge My penchant for excrement and sludge I want to rest in your septic tank It’s great to reflect in a place so rank 150 an hour to bring equipment in Camera set to film me swim The tank closed by my associate Time to revel in your shit Ensconced in sewage covered latex Sniffing effervescent grime Plunging deep into this cesspool Tasting your excreted chyme One man’s dung is this man’s pleasure Aberrant by any measure Amongst the dreck is where I thrive My appellation; septic five