The world is full of bullshit people,
They have the clout, loud and crass.
Anyone else just toilet paper to them,
To wipe their shitty ass.
I hate everyone, I really do,
And everything in this world I see.
Forced on a staircase of lies,
That don't even belong to me.
Enemies and traitors, a tapestry of turds,
Their vocabulary plain fucking lies.
They always shit in my mouth,
Their means, their end justifies.
Shitting from my mouth, my health gone south,
Don't have any reason to prolong existence.
Bloated full of hate, I'm resigned to my fate,
An algebra of wretched subsistence.
The turds are so sickeningly smooth,
The farts from my lungs like a cello.
My asshole is wrecked, I've inspected,
Can't shit like an ordinary fellow.
My soul to sell, to the nearest branch of hell,
My rectum is an injured abscess.
I have nowhere to go, peristalsis in reverse flow,
Shit leaves a shitty recursive trace.
The reveries are sour, in my last hour,
It's perfectly alright to expect I die.
I spot a drop of red, a color I've always dread,
Right in front of my one remaining eye.
Badly broken, and bad, flashbacks of the life I had,
As the blood drips from the internal sores.
Way too weak to speak, muttering invectives,
A failure at seven and four scores.
The shit I shoot, balancing on one foot,
Is the color of horrible despair.
All's hell that's fucking unwell,
My life a series of nightmares.
