I am a cow, I like meself somehow,
And can't stop spewing dung.
I like to look at my face, my eyes,
My emotions are very high strung.
Plus I am holy too, my shit mixed,
And used for god knows what.
These hindoos are crazy, their hopes hazy,
About their cow herdsman diplomat.
They even think my piss cures shit,
Can you imagine the bovine thrill.
My piss poisoning sick flu patients,
This was the hindoo witch doctor's pill.
My piss and shit, the hindoos like it,
Just imagining their plate makes me throw.
Plus I have no privacy, staring constantly,
To see when my sphincter will let go.
Overall my nature's call, is now in a bottle,
And sold on e-commerce as a cure.
I mean holy homo creepy crap,
Are you guys even fucking sure.
They are prolific and glib, in fancy and fib,
But they suck on my nipples day and night.
But I don't mind, in reject grade grass I find,
Peace and all sorts of nifty insight.
The problem with the species,
They can't chew their cud.
Their vomit goes straight to their head,
Ideas are usually mental or a dud.
Plus they wear a cover on their asshole,
That makes the worms hot and pissy.
And that's the reason for their irrationality,
Why the cunts are bitchy and the dicks sissy.
They even hold back their fart,
Piss and even shit until they can't hold anymore.
They are fucking the internal system,
Full of shit to the core.
They call paying for what was free,
A civilization and progress made.
They believe all kinds of bullshit,
And fancy crazy crap in their head.
I secretly enjoy the fact,
That they don't know they're getting raped.
For a long time this was coming,
The planet has been ass gaped.
Of course we'll go milky tits up as collateral,
Serves us right for being so close.
Misanthropic meteor will obliterate these turds,
Like perfumed flush in a galactic hose.
