Smug pricks and shit coated mercenary dicks,
Think they're something special.
What they really are, are fucking assholes,
Patronizing self-righteous offal.
They hump with a thump, take a smelly dump,
Sweet they think the corn caked in their shit.
The holy hollow in god's head,
Currently working on upgrading this vomit.
So you see my ruse, sorry if you're no use,
I need time to heal my sore.
Friends in disguise, disgusting and wise
Dicks who don't know they're sick to the core.
Calm now or not, the fuming shit in the pot,
Some smells really do stick.
Like mildew plus piss, a motley of jizz,
I abhor self-congratulatory, shit-eating pricks.
I don't really care about conforming social herds,
I want to stay away from the bullshit and lame.
Don't want to spoil the memories, roil my fuse,
Sabotage what little is good in them.
It isn't really only that I am who I am,
I am sort of a hurricane mix.
The storms in my mind aren't reproducible,
And don't want anyone's janky fix.
Fuck off goody-goody do-gooder,
No help of any sort from anyone I need.
Wipe your own offensive puffed-up asshole,
And go fuck your own self complacent creed.
