Both hand goes, through my nose,
I clap with joy and revelry.
This is all I can do, stuck on a wall,
My suffering is my destiny.
But I stay entertained, I paint,
In my mind a myriad workflow,
If I had a penis, I could hire a miss,
She could suck my balls and blow.
But nay, to my utter dismay,
I'm missing a body part.
But at least I don't eat and shit,
Or piss, now bless my heart.
I don't go anywhere, just stare,
Into the abysmal doom and gloom.
When I want I take a trip, on my tongue,
I gulp the growing mushroom.
