Morning at the Long Drop

Years ago Kadizzle met a young guy from South Africa. He told the tale of camping with his family.  The young man explained how the servants dug a long drop and set up the tents. Kadizzle inquired what a long drop was.  You can guess. Here we call the long drop the Executive Suite. Our long drop is deluxe. It has flush toilets, a nice porcelain sink, and the best solar lightning. Once Kadizzle takes the little walk down to the long drop in the morning he can sit on the throne with the door open and look into the desert sunshine. The walk is a step from the Earth module into reality. At the long drop the Forestry Supply catalog is there for reading pleasure. Everything a man could ever want is listed.  The grand finally at headquarters is checking for dead mice. Three traps are set in the plumbing chase.  If a mouse is caught the poor soul's carcass is put out where maybe some bird will swoop down and take it to mouse heaven. The old outhouse life must have had some good to it. There is a song written by someone back home in West Virginia about the little shack out back. 

They passed an ordinance in the town they said we'd have to tear it down
That little old shack out back so dear to me
Though the health department said its day was over and dead
It will stand forever in my memory
Don't let them tear that little brown building down
Don't let them tear that precious building down
Don't let them tear that dear old building down
There's not another like it in the country or the town

It was not so long ago that I went tripping through the snow
Out to that house behind my old hound dog
Where I would sit me down to rest like a snowbird on his nest
And I'd read that Sears and Roebuck catalog
Oh I would hum a happy tune peeping through the quarter moon
As my daddy's kin had done so much before
It was in that quiet spot daily cares could be forgot
And it gave the same relief to rich and poor
Don't let them tear...

Now it was not a castle fair but I could dream of future there
Build my castle to the yellow jackets drone
I could orbit round the sun fight with General Washington
Or be a king upon a golden throne
It wasn't fancy built at all we had newspapers on the wall
It was air-conditioned in the wintertime
Oh it was just an humble hut but its door was never shut
And a man could get inside without a dime
Don't let them tear...

There is a lot of truth in that song.