What Oil Are We Minding?

Buddy wanted waters less muddy.

For drinking and shitting in.

Warshing clothes to

Fitty in.

You don’t need to stank.

Your rank ain’t what you thank.

Lost, you are and, with no car

Stumble you upon yerself.

Not a man but an elf.

Put yerself in position.

Get yerself disposition.

Take a big gulp.

Say Oh Welp.

Smile and close your eyes.

That’ll disguise

Your soul from the non believer.

The NPC’s will holler FREEZE!

But ignore them, you’re on your own now.