By Janey
“Hey man, I think that I smell.”
“Are you sure? I couldn’t tell!”
I ask this question every day
As the stench from my pits drives my crew mates away
My definition of cleanliness has certainly decreased
And my need for a shower has almost ceased
Though I won’t deny the power
Of a good solar shower
After a day of work and of seed
A stream with some cow poo is all that I need.
Don’t get me started with all of our dishes
They’re dirty as heck but it serves our best wishes.
Plain oats in the morning aren’t a winner
But they are when they taste just like last night’s dinner!
Our clothes are all dank, clay has no underwear
Catherine’s sweat-stained blue shirt can attract quite the stare
If we want to get real, nature wipes don’t do the job
Especially if the poop is soft like a blob
But what really matters is not that we smell
It’s that we’re doing our job, just extra well
You see at our heart we’re a conservation corps
And by omitting cleaning we waste water no more!
So bring on the sweat on my pits, face, and coochie
And if I can’t shower all summer, don’t worry, that’s Gucci!
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