I float my turds like a boat,
They sail happily from shore to shore,
The water looks more like shit everyday,
My poop more pious than the person before.
The confident ministers of democracy,
Diverted tax money to their own holy ends.
To clean the river many signboards of claim,
But only a bouquet of farts was spent.
Their farts now bubble up as joy,
With the runoff from all the industrial piss.
And plastic, hair, dirt, the unneeded dead,
Happily bob in the super holy bliss.
The river god counts my turds with splash,
Splash splash splash means three.
As if a gracious god giving thanks,
My piss the river drinks for free.
The poisoned fish freely float,
Froth of overconfident incompetence sprawled.
Reflecting on the sun trembling like a convict,
I dislodge a booger enthralled.
Detached from the trivialities I grunt,
I sit here to merrily shit.
To this super duper holy river I give,
My shit, my piss, my vomit and spit.
Oy, the gods exchange a merry look,
They love the germs I spread.
Just downstream from here,
Another water bottling plant was made.
That water is named holy something,
It's exported to the world today.
How I love to think my shit and piss,
Quench the thirst of millions everyday.
I buy a different brand of water though,
I don't want to taste my own piss.
The only thing I'm not quite sure,
If that's from a river as holy as this.
As they say what you don't see,
Worries you really a lot less.
My gods are always great,
All the rest just a fucking mess.
The smartphone is now very holy too,
Verily I sift through the sin and pain.
I curse the sinners as I do this,
Makes my turds less plain.
I inspect a lot of shit porn,
Where the old cultures are subverted.
When I see a girl shitting in a boy's mouth,
The holy rivers I feel are neglected.
The religious in me indignant with rage,
I throw up my breakfast here.
All done I clean my asshole in the holy water,
And return to my goodly prayer.
