I'm bleeding from my nose, in full force,
Lurching from crisis to crisis.
Yesterday I was numb with blood and cum,
I know because I drink my piss.
What are the goals of the gods,
Why do they fist my asshole so?
The world's increasingly inhospitable,
Keep running into pimps and their whores.
Life is such a suck, my ass puckered fuck,
Don't feel I've got any blood left.
Trying to come back, the last cigarette pack,
Even wishing requires a lot of heft.
My dick isn't circumscribed, I'm always surprised,
When girls with tight cunts invite me.
Without a lubricant, a chance however scant,
That it'll be bit off by her cunny.
Wallowing deep in piss, I never meet a miss,
Who has a hole made for my pole.
I believe my luck is totally fucked,
I'm destined to be a lonely soul.
I'm not a hypochondriac, all the shit's that stuck,
Has a real legitimate dislocated cause.
Plus the color on my asshole is weird,
Gods know the color of severe blood loss.
I know that for a fact, I talk to them about that,
The gods know quite a lot about anal piles.
Their fingers they stick, thick with nivea cream,
The reason why I'm a guy who never smiles.
