I draw whatever the fuck I want
This was a portuguese king.
I've reduced him to dick and balls,
A cretin with pretty much nothing.
I forced my nose in his queen's butt crack,
I see a massacre of menses and gore.
Right then her diarrhea fills my nose,
I call the queen a whore.
Lo and behold, imagination is gold,
In my mind, I can and will fuck your ass.
I will take a shit in your stupid open yap,
And, hold on, fill it with farts of gas.
Not done yet, I'll piss in it,
Till you've quenched your thirst.
This and many things to the rich I'll do,
And of course I'll get killed at first.
An unequal world shoots shit to my head,
I vomit venom given a chance.
Why I always get my ass fucked,
By lurid and shitty happenstance?
I don't know but I'm still mad,
And ready to fire a turd.
Well shit's really all I got for offense,
And for that I have to grunt hard.
A turd halfway out, I wait,
On the toilet like a buddhist monk.
Except my thoughts are pure,
My ass smells like a skunk.
The stink makes me think,
Who will respect me with shit hanging like this.
As these and other worries plague my mind,
I try to meditate on my trickle of piss.
Oh dear god, use a divine rod or clamp,
And pull out this obstruction from my ass.
I promise I'll sing hymns in your praise,
With accompanying fartsy gas.
Holy happy cunt doing acrobatic stunts,
The turd just left the hallowed hole.
I am blessed, tears of joy, a toy
I must buy for god's asshole.
Happy the boy who shits with joy,
Shitting is the best thing I think.
Now I'll rinse gently not to excite,
Then a glass of wine I'll drink.
