I like it hot, cooking chillies in a pot,
Turn my fart into a deadly wisp.
From my mouth the air, to be really fair,
Will burn people to a brown crisp.
That way, I am smart, I daresay,
I don't have to eat the annoying fucks raw.
Otherwise it's a pain, they scream in vain,
When I cut pieces with a saw.
Between the poles, many incompetent assholes,
They think for them everything is fucking free.
It's my hope, someday with a ribbed rope,
The citizens will hang them from a holy tree.
And far too many, not worth a penny,
Should really be eaten already.
That way problems will shrink, associated stink,
Make the economies steady.
The gods are smug, they just shrug,
And piss on our heads, heavy and vain.
Be that as it may, all I have to say,
At least I, can't turn my eyes from people's pain.
I'm a really kind soul, hate the stupid and the foul,
But wouldn't want their meat to go waste.
Instead I eat all the meat, throw a daily treat,
Augment with garam masala the taste.
The red chilly is hot, the green so not,
But together they can fuck karma's ass.
My shit burns the ground, hollow and round,
Start a fire, I now can, with my gas.
