I fight in fright, whoever in sight,
I've lost everything and nothing more to lose,
Stand naked in the rain, and can't refrain,
Until I medicate my overactive fuse.
Dick shit load from a sewer toad,
Is really how the world is.
I'm brave, but can't the world save,
From their own shit and piss.
Seemingly learned, but poorly fed,
Superstitious people galore.
I shake my head, naked in my bed,
Swearing invectives like a whore.
This world I know, assholes and hos,
Pimps with pimples big and small.
I say to you, my hair stuck with glue,
I can win with my one functional ball.
This I fear, from what I hear,
Holy gods here with new assholes.
Through these holes many many souls,
Are being trained as vicious trolls.
The fleas overseas are full of prejudice,
But I can't do anything they're so small.
Plus insects I love, I always use a glove,
To pick the lice that from my balls fall.
But if it's human, I'll jump in a fray,
And kick the molecules until they scatter.
I stay awake at night, nightmares of fright,
Can't stop the inner chat of the pratter.
In the thoughts at the brink, the oddness I think,
May be an elixir of some fancy sort.
With my mind dissipated and weak,
I seek some stability and comfort.
And because I'm weird, I must be feared,
As man against a supernatural whore.
In the future I see, a civilization from my pee,
And from my shit, more shit than before.
