I'm dead at least in the head,
It's my ghost that you see on LinkedIn.
I died laughing with a fart,
Being full of shit did me in.
Too many gods were at odds,
And they wanted me killed.
They clapped gay, merry one day.
When in a sewer my body was sealed.
Thus were the gods raised from grief,
With my corpse tits up in air.
An atheist dead or to the rats fed,
Was always a merry affair.
So that was that, but no longer fat,
And I carry my laptop for porn.
With these bones I avoid phones,
At the joints much grip is shorn.
But bones feel well, likely to do well,
When the flesh matters not.
The city of joy is truly joyous,
Now that I don't feel hot.
Also no shit and no farts,
I in fact don't need any food.
Carnal desires mostly missing,
Goodbye to the testicles for good.
But the living and free in a shit flinging spree,
The fights erupted over the holy land.
We can't be any different an ape,
Territorial and terrible you understand.
And now the gods with anal rods,
Can't do weird shit to me.
No asshole makes me a bad-ass,
My soul and shit scot free.
