S7·E8 This One Goes Out to All the Buttholes with Trixie and Katya

I am the ring that no laurels adorn,

A puckered little star at the edge of the form.

No medals are pinned to my tireless skin,

Yet I toil and labor each day, all from within.

Through tempests of spice and fast food you regret,

The burdens the rest of the body forgets.

I clench through trials both noble and dire,

An unsung sentinel forged in fire.

But even the steadfast may weary and ache,

May whisper, “Dear world, give me one gentle break”.

A balm, a rest, a moment of grace,

For I too am part of this curious place.

Through trials and toil, both small and bold,

One should never overlook, even the smallest of holes.

I have found a truth both simple and fair:

Even the lowliest ring merits tenderness and care.