Eat and shit on my commode I sit,
The bird was cooked just right.
I digest fast, a turd with a mast,
Soon a plop will signal its plight.
Here I say, at this pinnacle I may,
Civilization has created these pods.
The comfort of my ass, the fan sucks my gas,
The loo a temple of gods.
Holy I feel, next a liver on the meal,
Served by a servant slave from Bengal.
I bought the wretch for a paltry sum,
He's here to lick the hole after the turd will fall.
I might become a cannibal,
The prices of the poor are very low.
You can even watch them die as you eat,
When you condescend to kill them very slow.
The world now for the rich, the poor is a bitch,
Gets slapped around and beaten with a cane.
I am god, I feel like it, I'll celebrate,
Shit on the poor from my plane.
