Fuck the shrimps, mindless pimps,
I will lead a celebate life.
And to be prude I must be rude,
Slit the crabs with my knife.
A shoal of constipated fish fucks,
Swim by, the godless nitwits I hate.
Some have shit hanging as a string,
A god forsaken and fucked fate.
Full of tutelary god I become, no cum,
No licking genitals of any sort.
Prayers a must many times a day,
Festive farts shortened to a snort.
I must read books of many writers,
Knowledge sets my sail.
Squirting ink now out of question,
I bottle them for sale.
Can't enjoy shitting so much,
Must condense that time to a haste.
I've seen holy men defecate,
It's creamier than toothpaste.
The worms in my shit, I declare counterfeit,
And I pray to the power for a new group.
It may appear, if holy can hear,
Wiggling worms can be in a dance troupe.
Once my asshole is deemed holy,
I can charge for licking it.
For those with dedicated devotion,
For a sum, in their mouth I shit.
