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P2186 I shit in a pot


I lie a lot, I shit in a pot,
I cry when I have piss to dry.
I puke faced with incendiary rebuke,  
Usually my fish takes time to fry.

Holy and horny cow, I must fuck somehow, 
My semen is drying on the flap.
Stern machinations in soft situations, 
Usually when I show my butt gap.

But overall one ball, is very small,
The other is grotesquely big.
This happened when in Calcutta, 
I was trying to become a pig.

Of course all men are pigs,
And of course you must be right. 
But I do look like one, at least partly,
Qualified for a shriek of fright at night. 

Well but looks can't be everything, 
If you have wealth and health. 
And here again, I have none,
I live alone, hidden away in stealth.

Fornication, at least a fortnight,
Or is it more? Was it with my hand?
If I score on a miss, I want to piss,
To signify ownership of her land.

Not really very good, the food,
After shit I furiously fret.
I love to eat, sometimes overeat, 
At night my bed always sweat wet.

Heart attack a must, what's left is a crust, 
A crusty old man vain, carrying pain.
My habits porcine, use French perfumes fine,
I don't consider a hooker's bath is vain.

I let shit dry on my hole, my soul,
Is pure as pure can be.
If I should die, I leave no shit to dry,
Pucker my hole and I'm free.



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