It’s what I enjoy, though some might judge

My penchant for excrement and sludge

I want to rest in your septic tank

It’s great to reflect in a place so rank

150 an hour to bring equipment in

Camera set to film me swim

The tank closed by my associate

Time to revel in your shit

Ensconced in sewage covered latex

Sniffing effervescent grime

Plunging deep into this cesspool

Tasting your excreted chyme

One man’s dung is this man’s pleasure

Aberrant by any measure

Amongst the dreck is where I thrive

My appellation; septic five