When it's thick like it's
When it's thick like it's wife.
The
I'm spread thick and black
It's cruising in the dark
Doesn't leave track
And it won't turn back
It's shape is solid But it oozes like oil
Feel it spill out from the south
See it sucking in the soil
Flowing like silver fishes
As it washes away the dust
Keeping it pure and
nutritious Through the cracks and the crust
And what crawls out from the rich dust If in time to adjust
Will be sweet and delicious Like nothing else from the crust