He tried to write words like mr grass but could only pull words out his ass his grasp of written word was quite frankly absurd and not nearly enough to impress darling Frass His attempts to create political statment made it look like he'd had his will-y bent by a toff from left of middle who'd commissioned the riddle but at least it helped pay the rent Following Lebbeus Wood He designed erections as big as he could But his life as a CAD really turned out quite bad when his tower flopped with a thud His next job was sculpting a beauty But finance wouldn't even strech to a cutie In a case of art imitating life he sculpted in lard with a knife And paid her in congigal duty He next bent his expertise to Trouve Feeling he had something to prove And though Ofili used dung his shit will never be hung In a tupaware pyramid in the Louvre. His failure at the higher of arts led to a career as king of the farts but monsieur Le Petomane got there first with his bowls that burst Now hes only fit to pull reversing Curdish Tarts