𝙸 𝚋𝚛𝚞𝚜𝚑 𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚍
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I brush hard with shit, my turd,
I don't let the smell dissuade me.
That way when I speak it's a fart,
Key ingredient for sanguine glee.
New discovery when I puke,
The retching brings up my past.
Once a young boy with teeth,
I'm losing the shits fast.
My toupee or cap I wash not,
I have crusty critters to house.
I saw a cat chase a rat in my hat,
A mouse with a fat leery spouse.
I improve crowd impoverishment,
A tact that's shorn of facts.
I use my other hole, my asshole,
For larger and nefarious acts.
Holy I am, a fat bengali kilogram,
My shit I've splattered across the seas.
I know my advantage are my pinworms,
The loony lice, ticks and pubic fleas.
I make the grounds hallow as a fellow,
Of the homo hemlock race of men.
My turds I use to plaster the walls,
Art of pissing zen, I pen quite often.
The books I read all goodly pious,
So totally into religious neo-rattle.
Pages full of blabbering bullshit I read,
Tattletale drivel, holy pernicious prattle.
From these I learn, from shit you earn,
Just center your asshole on a yap.
Let the tenacity in a turd land,
Verily sing the larcenous rap.
Thirteen men on a dead man's face,
Yo ho ho and a bottle of piss.
Bacterial infections are your kin,
Can't miss god's fermented kiss.
"Tell me fair why on ass so much hair?"
When god asks you in a speech.
He hasn't seen the crack in depth,
Not hair but some kind of leech.
Shitty shitty fuck his anus quickly suck,
Be a good man I always think.
I think many thoughts brushing my teeth,
With a winking asshole fart more stink.
