Old and withered, shriveled balls and all,
Fuck this world, I've got nothing to say.
Men and maggots, whores and faggots,
Mercenaries and shitsouls get the day.
I pick my nose, I shit in the vertical pose,
Hallelujah to the snot god for the cream.
Yes cream from the nose and ass, drool and gas,
I say "fuck you" to him in every dream.
It's okay, my life is spent; I am now impotent.
What the fuck do you expect?
I sit and think until my shit dries on my ass.
Thoughts and shit convivially intersect.
Holy, I thought, turned an unholy rot,
Just ordinary folks making shit up.
Now I know, god is a hoe,
On its name, I piss in a used cup.
I say, "Please god, SHIT, you're so full of it,
I swear I won't turn and look."
And anyway, if indeed your asshole is your mouth,
Then the liberty I already took.
I'm just sad, my balls are droopy, and bad.
The seminal juice had its day.
Now, quick, watery vomit,
I hang my head in utter dismay.
My inner torment, through my shit is spent,
And on the shit hole my hours I toil.
A purgatory of diarrheal descent,
The germs of dissent then mix in the soil.
If dick farts are bad, I've nothing to add,
Just a listless puff now and then.
But my asshole is unclenched, and the stench,
Can fuck the dimwit devil in his damn den.
And on my dry shit cakes, I've sworn to fight the fakes,
And fuck their asshole into a gape.
Let it be known, in great renown, that I am,
Ready for any caper and without a cape.
