48 years ago on 16th April,
A little piece of shit was born.
He was boring out of the box,
But he did really like porn.
This was mister suvrotica,
The legendary asshole who stinks.
Culture is what people do when no one's looking,
He's less arrogant if his turd sinks.
Cunts and can'ts don't like him,
Dishonest people fear his schlong.
His dick is short but ridden with ills,
The list of diseases is very long.
Shit fucking smart, shit spraying fart,
"Hello" he says to the unholy unwelcome.
Tit for tat, he shits in bloody twats,
On-your-face holy cumin seed cum.
Always a bladder full for gods,
Religious people pisses him off.
The scourge for holy debates,
He shits in their mouth through a trough.
Currently persevering on a book of curse,
Which after his death will release.
Each word as shit hit the nearest fan,
And choke enemy anuses with disease.
He doesn't have any friends living near,
Most in kolkata are jealous kith and kin.
These are shit stains of satan,
Piss and spit bubbles of sin.
Only fat infants tolerate him some,
Owing to loose shit in their pants.
They eat glamorous portions,
While he sits there and rants.
His pubic lice is not very nice,
Nor are the pesky worms in his asshole.
He takes a bath once a leap year,
Or when the devil renews his soul.
In this season of mango and hope,
His diarrhea hits the floor flat with a splat.
The heat has got to his head, it is said,
He talks to himself alone in his flat.
In a drum he stores his cooked cum,
Scum deletes most of his forlorn progeny.
His DNA will be useful for nefarious uses,
Untold truthful miseries for many.
Anyone he did right, always did him wrong,
Now in tattered loin cloth he knows.
The world is a selfish festering cancer,
An endless tumor of pimps and hoes.
He now shows his asshole to the world,
And poots his hate on it's face.
He has a litany of reasons to be mad,
He carries a full briefcase.
His shit smells bad and his vomit too,
On this day, masturbate, he swears he'd try.
He lives in a slum on a shit hill,
Today he'd try to get birthday high.
Super holy and sticky his birthday shit,
Preserved with his fart and stale piss.
Bottles will go on sale, wholesale,
Rush, an offer you don't want to miss.
