I clean my nose with my tongue of course,
But I have a little head inside it.
It has a tongue that's long and well hung,
It tickles me into a manic fit.
I know what people think,
From a distance it looks like a fork,
But I'm not a snake, and not a fake,
But I do insert inside my asshole a cork.
It's a special gift from god,
It came directly from his asshole.
He bequeathed it to me,
Not finding another deserving soul.
I know I'm weird, but not too much,
Just a cosmetic touch gone wrong.
God told me he was taking a shit,
While designing my shlong.
With a cork in my ass, trapped gas,
I do burp my farts out a lot.
My little guy in the tongue likes them,
Loves to eat my shit from a pot.
My balls are hairy, my dick's sorta scary,
It's like two potatoes with a stalk.
My life is spent, don't know where it went,
Now my sick dick wants to talk.
Who knows where I'll go? fuck which ho?
Nothing is going according to plan.
I stay to myself, my books on a shelf,
I'll wait for the aliens to do what they can.
