Ethology of the Slack Jawed

What kind of erroneous stink drifts so heavily in this 5X5 home We have constructed with mud and sticks I sleep with feet piercing through the front/back door The cicadas are nesting between my toes up to my nose The morning has slung its unnecessary burdens upon the scion tendrils Shooting from earth cracks in the garden For those with phloem, it is certainly time to address photosynthesis Take it or leave it Like it or not My hands are coated with the dreams of someone else's ghetto parking-lot perfume I rub weeds on them over the place mat/front porch In attempt to remove the added waft So singing to the little birdies that shat on my car long before my departure From vertical to horizontal Kinda makes me feel a little more like bathing in the estuary Once again