P935 Politician
I'm a little brash I know
I had a heart of gold
Now the goons come handy
I've gotten quite bold
It's "how" you say not "what"
Doesn't matter if you're wrong
Most are fools that listen
And quite headstrong
The educated are the worst
But they're very soft
One tight slap and they run
And are easily bossed
You play them like piano keys
If you know what I mean
Use them and forget them
Like a casual sneeze
We speak of things we never give
We repeat it over and over
The meek are numbers easy to give
One teary speech, and it's over
We want the infighting
Stir their gods to war
All you do is loudly lie
Show them a star
We make sure the gangs are bribed
Buy the cops, girls and gold
The truth is not what is hyped
When the press is sold
Politics is pretense and play
What happens you can never say
The people vote me in the chair
Once elected I don't care
P932 Gotta work on the teeth
Gotta work on the teeth they say
But I don't smile that often
It's the fat that's not there
It's the skin that's gone rotten
But oh well what can you do
That's how it is in Timbuktu
You know after you're dead
Ain't a lot you do with the head
But I wear the wig a lot
And the shirt sometimes
But with a ear you can't see
Not getting a good pussy
At least my shit don't stink
Cause I shit no more
And I can breathe a whore in you
In the mood for more
A haa, scared you off, didn't I
Don't worry I'm just bored
I talk to the air most times
With you I've scored
P910 omicron is now born
Omicron is now born
Homo gods are gone
Sapiens count your days
Your selfish ways
But now it'll end, and the world will mend
Just wait and see
The ignorant knee-jerk spree
Selfish Sapiens fighting fools
The last of its kind in a struggle
Dying won't be a big haggle
Sapiens shaved, and the world saved
P906 Talking skull
I'm a skull totally dull
A foolish mocking mull
I totally suck, the pencil's stuck
My face is now a fuck
So flies are fine I let them dine
On the fetid rot
I'm a fool caught in my drool
Give me a grave next time
My blood's too salty my life's all faulty
My asshole isn't mine
When I had an ass I gargled gas
It was warm and smelled of shit
Now I dream I smell that fart
See the sparks when lit
I have thoughts on thinking
Plots on sinking stinky bobbing turds
You plod them with a stick
You hit them with a whip
Pull the bastards under
I love this shit
I'm having a fit
Can't close my jaw that funny
Come close you miss
Don't look so pissed
I take no shit no more
P895 I'm a snake
I'm a snake fucking fake
Just a line drawing
I'd like to bite I'd like to fight
There's a hell that I can bring
You look at me, you scared miss
If I spit my fluid no good druid
Can make you feel any better
So look at me and smile for me
Don't be scared, look I'm pretty
It won't hurt but I can't say that
Since snakes don't lie like men
But until I've bitten this poem isn't written
If you're in fear there's no end near
Can't keep dangling in limbo
So open your eyes
Let me spit my spite
You will die it won't take long
Just over an hour I'll sing you a song
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