I pray to my god, this dick with balls odd,
That please don't let people fuck me so.
You know how much I respect and love you,
Yet, why you treat me like a ho?
People tell me I'm old, but I've always done as told,
I studied the holy books like they made sense.
Carried my life in structured adherence,
The blow jobs I gave you, never charged a pence.
I have no cash, my anus a wounded gash,
Holy holy holy, cow fuck true.
Now I need a job, I come here to sob,
I'll sit and cry until my balls turn blue.
Sweet diabetic pee, as I can clearly see,
The ants are lapping it up I find.
Maybe dear god a little less, sugar I confess,
In your diet will clear your mind.
Maybe from your pee, I can make tea,
That way I'll save money on sugar cubes.
Or in my old crotch, with cheap bengali scotch,
A recipe for young shiny pubes.
If you spare your shit, that's what I'll eat,
I'm so poor you've no fucking know.
I starve half a day, at night eat I may,
Parsimoniously every grain for later I stow.
Or you can in head, tell me to be dead,
I'll sit my asshole on a sharp cactus thorn.
My life sucks smelly snot, suffering and whatnot,
I've come to you sad and forlorn.
