Since I’ve seen,
I now believe,
I’m seeing things,
this can’t be true,
for what will I do?
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I’m swimming in poo;
it needs a sewer,
or something newer,
maybe a poop blaster,
I can’t believe this chatter,
do I have to hold my bladder?
in this town known as L.O.
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Soon it will sink,
it will probably stink,
and I try to be meek,
but sheeeesh!
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You people scream,
you people cry,
and for why?
’cause it’s a fact,
that the poopy is flowin’,
and the sewer’s finally growin’,
’cause the people are goin’,
in this town known as L.O.
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What do you think?
of course it will stink,
but the water will be clean,
and my grass will finally be green
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The one thing I know,
is that people have to go.
Now whether it’s in the bay,
or in the john,
It’s goin’‚ somewhere.
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Let’s help keep the fish and us,
healthy and normal,
’cause I don’t know about you,
I like my water free of poo.
in this town known as L.O.
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Chris Titus
Los Osos
This article appears in Jul 14-21, 2005.

