Oh well...
If it's true
My thoughts are ass backwards
Before I go to hell
Then I'll start reciting
Capture a flipped up thought in a page
Take my notebook
All my jotted rage
To read it upside down
Turn it around
Fold it in half
Put a word on paper
With a pen
See if beginning is end
I could scribble my way up a chalkboard
These symmetrical thoughts
Relying not on whether these lines are read up or down
Give it a shot
You'd be surprised
Maybe then
My thoughts are ass backwards
If it's true
Oh well...