I fart more than I speak,
But the weed makes me dream big.
I see a ball shaped like the sun rise,
I think it's wearing a wig.
The portrait of the land, just from where I stand,
Is a quagmire of crooked hotchpotch,
It's the crooks in every nook,
That can afford single malt scotch.
That's probably the weed speaking,
Maybe I should fart.
Synchronize my asshole and mouth,
Someday my circus start.
I get carried away,
Flotsam harried for a place to stay,
The sun is bribed, as per the vibe,
I find in utter dismay.
I've grown a long beard,
I think it looks quite wise,
Who can't think, get hoodwinked,
Why am I not surprised.
Little bitty shit shoot out when I fart,
I hope you keep your mouth shut.
Dearest my puckered hole clenched,
A turd for you I can cut.
My blessings and weed seeds,
A cannabis within you will grow.
When you burst, just from the blast,
At a distance the seeds I sow.
My erudite feces, a rare species,
Will ultimately rule the fucking sphere.
Anyone resistant, will usually repent,
Die a sordid death, most likely here.
You'll be dead or at least dying,
The decay feed the future to be.
A cackling villain, must be slain,
The killer must be me.
