“They live off the solar rays by infusion.”

Butterflies Need No Taxidermist.

“The caterpillar is shaped like your colon. It eats everything that’s put in front of it. It spins a cocoon as a self-imposed shroud.”

Oh, Lord, won’t you buy me a colonic machine.
My friends all go to Adano’s, I think it’s obscene.
Ate junk all my lifetime, it’s gone to my spleen.
Oh, Lord, won’t you buy me a colonic machine.

Oh, Lord, won’t you give me a promising fart.
I’m stopped up with pizza, I can’t even start.
My colon’s impacted, it won’t come apart.
Oh, Lord, won’t you give me a promising fart.

Oh, Lord, won’t you give me a toxin release.
I eat out of cycle, it’s made me obese.
Fried chicken at midnight, cooked in hot grease.
Oh, Lord, won’t you give me a toxin release.

“A 73-year-old grandmother had been constipated ever since the birth of her first child, 43 years ago. She had developed an intermittent abdominal pain over the past 3 years, since having to take care of her 6-year-old grandchild following her daughter’s divorce and subsequent return to work.”