Shit and piss, I'm happy like this,
But my sausage is rather sad.
It's not seen a hole in a million years,
It might just go fucking mad.
Imagine a mad dick and itchy asshole,
A belligerent pubic pair.
If I don't find a miss to suck my cock,
Dare I say despair.
Cancel culture curse, social vultures,
Poison my remaining hours.
I stand on an abyss looking down at a pit,
With venomous snakes with flowers.
Perceived obsolescence, fluctuating pence,
I buy an underwear slightly better.
This new one comes with a hygienist,
She says she's an avid go-getter.
Romantic I am, an introverted clam,
I masturbate with my lover hand.
A self made man, and only he can,
Rebel to take a moral stand.
I've heard females like the smell of piss,
I've got a bottle full of it.
I have sprayed it under my arm and tongue,
But I still smell like shit.
Maybe a bath, but water I hate,
I think I have chronic rabies.
I grit my teeth, and bare my gums,
Drink milk like little babies.
Tits give me shits, the ones with dicks,
They insist I fuck the wrong hole.
Then when done, they turn around,
Fuck the shit out of my asshole.
My mustache is strong, I can't be wrong,
The gods are going to tell.
Shit blowing in the fart, my personal art,
Need to fuck my way to hell.
In a bed of flour, in my last hour,
I'll still be kneading dough for bread.
The shit stain that sticks to my crack,
Is really an illusion in my head.
Don't ever trust a soul, everyone is an asshole,
Anything you reveal will be ammunition.
It will be used against you to gaslight,
Or fuck you into a shit confession.
The world is a selfish sinkhole,
Bastards and fraudsters all around.
Unless you lick the right asshole,
You'll be nowhere to be found.