I'm in my prime, the word sinister rhymes,
I think I have a permanent post.
Anyone who thinks anyway otherwise,
May be tasting my after-breakfast compost.
Fuck the shrimps, mindless pimps,
A booger of carats twenty fucking four.
Now I go build a temple on the hill,
God can be such a liberal whore.
All schemes are scams, oh yes ma'am,
I have coffers to fill.
Overflowing abroad my loot, here I only poot,
My machinations dissenters kill.
I will will touch the loudest cloud to be proud,
Standing on the spire of the talking temple* top.
It will have lavatory in all religions,
Whores will be available like a truck stop.
Trolley full of fucks, lunch with holy ducks,
Random shit stew of pleasantries to relieve.
Gathering heads around, round and round,
Spinning fibs that no reasonable person believe.
Hence monologs for the stupid mangy dogs,
The fucks need regular brain washing I tell.
Plus honestly honest press I've made unholy,
Must lie through your teeth, or holy hindu hell.
Hole in my ass, no more just for shit and gas,
But now a shrine for the following to lick.
Fat and thin, out of the box and tin,
Tongues devout, wet, long and very slick.
Many unsung tongue, lick my daily dung,
They keep my anus spic and span.
When I leave for the Swiss hills,
I'll shoot my shit into their fan.
Sweet holy dreams and anal creams,
Super holy the houseful harem hole.
A perfect investment for the booger I dug,
I am such a happy puppy soul.
Anything holy I'm the osho, any real work, no show,
Except for inauguration and grandstands.
Cameras at every possible angle,
My bullshit no one understands.
Divide and rule the religious fool, I drool,
Who thought it would be so easy as this!
In this new building anywhere or in any mouth,
I can freely shit and by my lawful right, piss.
I get pissed off easily by bitches with balls,
Medals in boxing yet rapists they fear.
Men might rape, ministers must,
Why else would we want to be here.
Unparliamentary as hell, kingly anal rod for spell,
The nation is now super holy I say.
The parade of fools clapping with joy,
Undemocratic always now on your face shit spray.
Throngs of hollow shallow sallow, inconsequential alone,
Look up and see democratic pomp and show.
A seething hatred bubbles in this building,
How much more fucked, little they know.
Every vote I make the country a goat,
My moat: corrupt elections and ass licking media.
Subversion is easy, smile and be cheesy,
The voting machines have electronic diarrhea.
Shit in my spit, nimrod god a hit,
Even pinworms have become devout.
But I'm so happy with a nose full of gold,
Blame it on your bloody luck when in doubt.
*The Old French "parlement" originally meant a discussion or conversation, from "parler" (to speak).
