Fucked by my ass, by the worms it has,
They are coming out from other holes.
Oh by sweet gods true, I'm tired and blue,
An attack of several foul souls.
Yes if I'm right these are desperate guys,
Living a sinful shameful afterlife.
They fucked people in lives before,
Now cursed to an endless micro strife.
But how this shit, whatever it is,
Got into my ass I don't know.
Maybe the hooker I fucked,
Or one of the imaginary rancid hos.
If that is right, I must be full of fright,
Fucked unusual things aren't good to me.
I ain't a pure soul, but nor an asshole,
I deserve better diseases, I plea.
I search my soul, I find several holes,
Leaking worms in various ways.
Fuck this shit, I stroke my tit,
Entitled now, to ignore what it says.
By holy hollow cow, plastic I won't allow,
But I have to dildo flush the worms tonight.
Look at me, in a miserable vapid sea,
A blight now fucking with my sight.
With anomaly in my eye, I look to the sky,
At the gods fidgeting with wretched odds,
Making promises that fit, but delivering only shit,
The odds not clearly with the gods.
