Peeking through the window of the girl across the street  Some slumber-party action down the hall  Balancing, bent over, naked, on their hands and feet  Who can poo the farthest of them all?    Some go the distance, some need assistance, racing resistance dusk to dawn  Puffing and panting, still goes the chanting, raving and ranting, on and on and on  (and on, and on, and on, and on)    Down the block, a couple digs up something from their yard  They act as if they've hit the mother-lode  Kissing and caressing that for which they've worked so hard  A bag of human fingers a'la mode    Lost in a pleasure, knowing no measure, they spread their treasure out between them  Happily heaving, flesh interweaving, smugly believing no one's seen them    Grab your hat and help yourself to a neighbor, get wise  Treat yourself to the secret scenes of spies  You'll lock horns with a perfect world you never knew was there  All you gotta do is hop from house to house to house, and stare    Listen to the people as they romp about next door  Lazy sounds of laughter and a drill  Every day a masterpiece of madness to explore  Every day another window sill