Shit hopping zen koan, why does no one,
This mindless flip-flopping shopping stop?
I a beggar begging, a scrotum and nothing,
It forces out from me piss, raves and hop.
Hell I care about this bullshit snare,
I'd stay the way I always am.
No to euphemism or any ass-ism shit fare.
I do not like uncle fucking sam.
The world weak, fools with tools to tweak,
Murderers and rapists with pimps and whores.
They make technology a lame excuse,
Run things worse than before.
Conformity is unsettling and shitty,
Homogeneity led to famines in Ireland.
The scourge of the time, cloned and supine,
Nitwit shits proud with heads in the sand.
Foaming from yap, a restorative nap,
Maybe what I need.
I no longer care, nor can anyone scare,
No one the dim country's need feed
My piss is yellow because as a fellow,
I am not an imitation shit spit.
Everytime I hear, people talking their rear,
It brings my blood to a raging fit.
From buried in sand to phone in hand,
People more and more after shallower gains.
A dead head, an automaton led,
Sleep-walking palimpsest of shit stains
