I shall live off the earth
I shall make a shelter out of the things you find in the earth
Like mud and dirt and dead animals
I shall eat the things from the earth
Like mud and dirt and dead animals
And I shall be happy back in the circle of life
I will revel in my new existence
Free of the tyranny of conveniece
Every day will be a nasty struggle for survival
Perhaps I will have no water
And need to drink my pee
Doesn’t that sound like fun?
I shall make myself a coat in the winter
Of a thousand tiny mice carcasses
Or perhaps out of raccoons that have been flattened on the highway
It will smell
Because I don’t know how to tan things
But it will be the smell of the wild!
And when I die
Oh, glorious day when I die!
I shall rot where I fall
There will be no stone
No monument
Just happy little critters
Enjoying their meal…
I think I’ll turn on the TV
And order a pizza