Every milestone marker I shit,
That's the way I roll.
Don't know about you,
Holding back has never been a goal.
Glorious amounts of poop it is too,
Some very large turds this year.
The stench worse when divisible by five,
Lots of blame to smear.
This is what I call sustainability,
Eat and shit on the spot.
Just for me this land won't need,
Fertilizer to grow their pot.
Happy are those who empty their bowels,
Stridently sloganeering for the good,
Just imagine the wealth of wisdom,
I've reserved as thinking food.
No hands needed to till,
Just eager retributive leadership assholes.
They're here, there, everywhere,
Hollow, empty, bickering evenly pious souls.
And polysyllabic jargon the sweetest,
The lackluster laity don't have to know.
As dictionaries get heavier,
Progress will be quickly slow.
And to this please add,
Turds from the great overconfident beyond.
Gods of all religions, myths, superstitions,
Dogma sells well in brainwashing ponds.
The weed of lies an easy crop,
The seeds they spread are in the shit.
Once the fictions rivet the feeble fools,
Hypocrisy the best tool in the kit.
Happy they are with the litany of rules,
They learn the lame opinions by rote.
The farts cooked to be sternly sweet,
The intimidation of majority vote.
Billions of credulous fools,
Can be fooled in a million ways.
Corruption is sweet, power sweeter,
The people get to fight silly frays.
Mustn't ever let the truth out,
Always keep the muzzles near.
A fancy rack and chair of torture,
Good spends to monger fear.
Today I stand next to my poop,
I swear on the turd on the top,
This land will be littered really soon,
I foresee infinite flops.
