Bending my head like this, I drink my piss,
Hallelujah bless my heart.
Sometimes overwhelmed by the urine,
I transpire an emotional fart.
My farts are bad, they make people mad,
The stink sticks to everything.
It becomes your body odor for life,
You just happened to be passing.
Well life's never fair, my fart scalded my hair,
Just next to my shit hole.
It was after I had a red masala curry,
Meat marinated on hot coal.
My shit's gourmet good, my bitch cooks as food,
Husband and mangy wife blessed we are.
The grotesque gods, unplug butt rods,
Feed dung to the human whores there.
I lick my wife's ass, a puckered purple prolapse,
And it smells like a fresh morning rose.
I wait for her nocturnal vomit burps,
Like a stove it burns my eager nose.
My piss gets me happy, I feel so pretty,
I vomit a lot on the hearth.
Then I wallow in the warmth of my waste,
And dream of a human after birth.
