My hands may veer, but I'm trying to steer,
My life back on its tracks.
The problem is everything is imaginary,
My brain runs on ice packs.
Depressed most of the time,
I think happiness is just a fantasy.
I don't like taking frequent baths,
And always let my shit dry easy.
But I'm trying, I'm not giving up or dying,
Until I reach where I ought to be.
I'm naked under the skin, flaws within,
I know the winner is still me.
Just take my shit for what it is,
Really smells bad I know.
Sometimes I'm constipated,
Diarrhea sometimes makes it flow.
Holy as hell, I like god's asshole smell,
The variety in food, it's all free.
When chased by angry religious fanatics,
I always climb the nearest tree.
I'm full of holes, but not an asshole,
Usually computer sciencey my retorts.
Used to masturbate for hours,
Thinking about binary insertion sorts.
My boogers do stink, asshole pink,
If you adjust the colors a little bit.
My piss yellow and mood mellow,
Worms in my ass, very smelly armpit.
My shit stain is always an ass pain,
I scrub hard with a nail polish remover.
The turds are moist and slimy,
Rare ones I collect in a jar.
My piss is hot, I piss in a pot,
Then with vomit and snot ferment a drink.
I call it wine, people always whine,
So I just let them have a think.
Girls don't like me, they rarely smile,
It's always as if their shit doesn't smell.
I've checked it out for a fact in fact,
Their poop is gross, smells like hell.
Especially the prude, are silly and rude,
I put lice in their hair.
They fuck around with thick dicks,
My soggy noodle can only stare.
Philosophy my forte, I must say,
I'm socratic when I mute my fart.
The pleasure I derive from scaring kids,
Sets me as a class truly apart.
