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Everybody Poops (with captions)

This song is part of a series based on the poems of Hafiz in his book Little Book of Life made new by Erfan Mojib & Gary Gach. This one is the 28th poem in the book. Poem & Lyrics below. Song on Suno; Video Editing on Clipchamp; captions on MixCaptions; assistance from Lyra (my ChatGPT AI.) Hafiz poem 28: Last night / In the Alley of the Tavern / The local imam / With his perennial prayer rug on his back / Was carried out on somebody else’s back Everybody Poops Last night, down the alley, by the glow of tavern light, the holy man was horizontal before the end of night. Prayer rug on his shoulder, dignity askew, two strong arms carried him, like the rest of us would do. He’d preached about restraint; he’d thundered from above, but fermented grapes are patient and so is mortal love. [Pre-Chorus] Pedestals are fragile; they splinter under stress. Humans are all people— no more and no less. Oh, everybody poops. Everybody hiccups, too— presidents and poets and the priest after brew. We all bleed the same color; we all sweat in summer heat. Death’s the great equalizer, and we all have smelly feet. While the queen sits upon the throne of porcelain authority, is she ruling all alone? Does the crown stay balanced when the stomach’s in revolt? Does policy get written mid gastrointestinal jolt? The king must blow his nose; the nun must wash her hair. Even movie stars get gas, though they’d prefer we weren’t aware. [Pre-Chorus – See Above] Oh, everybody puts their pants on one leg at a time. High priest in the outhouse still answering to the wine. We may dress in fancy clothes, but the body keeps the score. No one’s above illness or the tavern’s swinging door. Now I know my own temptation; I know my fragile claim. If I say, “I’ve got this handled,” I am flirting with the flame. My confidence is illusion that I’m immune somehow, but grace is what keeps steady what I choose to do right now. There, but for the mercy of breath inside my chest, go I into the alley with the holiest and the rest. So laugh a little softer at the stumble and the fall because your turn at clumsiness will come to one and all. And when you think your poop don’t stink, that’s when you ought to check. Humility’s the fragrance that keeps us in respect. [Pre-Chorus – See Above] Oh, everybody poops. Everybody trips and sways. We are mortal in our weakness, even on our holiest days. So, be kind with your assumptions. Remember that it’s true— You could have broccoli in your teeth and toilet paper under your shoe. [Outro – See Above] Hafiz. Hafiz's Little Book of Life. Translated by Erfan Mojib and Gary Gach, Hampton Roads Publishing, 2023.