Your body, un-buried, used to stand up off of this
But now the bermuda grass became your sarcophagus
And that was the last road you crossed, the feat colossal
Now you're on your way to becoming a fossil
Oh, armadillo
These were lyrics I wrote in a song called "Armadillo" which was about this one time I was walking back from class in college, and I saw this armadillo shell by the side of the road. Upon closer observation, it had been hit by a car and ambled into the back of someone's yard to die.
Every day, I would pass by the same place and notice the daily decomposition. Soon, it was pretty much a shell that was slowly sinking into the ground.
It smelled for like a week.
And I used to write song lyrics.
It's remarkable how much I lack inspiration these days.
Are you sure that you're a mammal, 'cause you really look like a reptile,
TWS
I know, man. Everyone needs a week off NOW to get their creative juices back.
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