P1604 Orthodontic
A total fuck, my bad luck,
Fuck my asshole shitty.
Dreamed a jesus role, with teeth like a mole,
They say it's an impossibility.
Now what do I do, haven't a fucking clue,
What other god could I play?
I had this dream, playing with anal cream,
Just wanted to be gay.
My asshole farts, a fledgling start,
Maybe I should plainly die.
Or I pull out the buck, I'm already fucked,
A toothless jesus guy.
P1601 Yellow
My piss yellow, interrupted flow,
I may have a kidney disease.
Or it may be a curse, no money in my purse,
To buy the right medical ease.
Urine in spate, not in my fate,
Fondling my balls stops it.
All the time, when in my prime,
It also made me shit.
I sway my hip, point the bursty tip,
To whatever is in front of me,
I play with the flow, I see it grow,
From a piss puddle to a roaring sea.
Mix with curry, in a dash of flurry,
It'll make for an Indian dish.
The sweet smell in the piss, for a lovely miss,
Eat with her a spicy bengali fish.
I could paint sunflowers, in my free hours,
Yellow from the urine I get.
Mixed with blue, in lighter hue,
Greens are already set.
My statue will be there, piss stalls everywhere,
I will smile on currency bills.
I can promise you this, and this on my piss,
Future is built on urine spills.
I piss everywhere, becomes yellow to the stare,
Future generations will appreciate what yellow is.
There was a great man, yellow was his plan,
Left stains on history with his piss.
P1598 Love song
Your lips are red, like they bled,
I like the alluring gap in-between.
Through that gap, my tongue will map,
The gums of the future queen.
The clouds must ring, the winds sing,
One of those chick pleasing songs,
My balls are plump, I can always hump,
My sweetly aching schlong.
How romantic it is, I mean your tits,
It's a lovely love affair.
Hormones getting horny, poem's getting corny,
Love your scented pubic hair.
I crane my neck, a kiss I peck,
My love is suffering in my ball.
The flowers for you, this gift too,
My seeds in your holes will crawl.
In-between your legs, I grope and beg,
Think about all the sticky sweat.
My sugar plum, please let me cum,
Where our loins intersect.
P1589 Mediocrity
Waiting for the bulb to light,
Where's my electric force?
I'm chained to the miseries of mediocrity,
A drab and common existential course.
My small world is so full of hurt,
That injustice seems almost fair now.
My mind is injured and bleeding still,
More anger than it can allow.
Sometimes the anger boils into rage,
An unhelpful surrogate of undecidability.
I fail to understand how I arrived at,
This arrangement of futility.
I'm sure the crooked world is exhausting
Its finest unkindness on me.
And that like a seven course meal,
I've gone upto number three.
The lingering old memories haunt me,
In such a way only memories can.
I want to forget my past and me,
But the nightmares always foil the plan.
My hairs are gray, this moment too,
The depressed see things a different way.
My emotions are the sharpest thorns,
They cut me every bitter day.
My attention dull and inward turned,
An arrested space-time point.
I feel the layers of misdirected angst,
Fear bubbling at every joint.
This wasn't the trajectory I had dreamed up,
But I guess not all dreams come true.
I sit here corpse like, a heavy mind,
My reality upside down too.
Not the run-of-the-mill mind,
Fictions like water on lotus slide.
I can see into the hidden dimensions,
I cannot the stark reality hide.
The spiraling infinite spool,
Is out to get me I think.
I am mad, and I am raving,
Fading further into the blue.
P1578 Intentions
My intentions are unclear,
But they're never good,
It always ends up with a murder or rape,
Sloganeering only to deceive the brood.
I stand hands folded before the citizens,
With an innocent meek face,
But the plan I've hatched in my mind,
Entails beating them with a mace.
I hump and thump, uproot their stump,
Make them refugees in-situ.
Once broken in, easier it is to win,
Make known their daddy is who!
I talk about egalitarian values,
Then piss in the expecting gape.
Flirty hypocrisy and grandstands,
Work as instant ass rape.
Religion makes it easy, age-old recipes,
Divide and rule over nonexistent beings.
Or I invent another hat, metaphysical chat,
Show them everything in nothing.
I'll take their land and all their money,
Gangrape their girls in every hole,
Hang their sons to the highest trees,
Just some of a politician's many roles.
Oppression is really a fine art,
The friends of the oppressed look the other way.
It's a ruse of politicians,
Rape and still get all the hooray.
There are so many ways hideously grim,
To be cruel, unkind and unhelpful.
I just toss an unfair coin to decide,
Lean towards the most painful.
And the nitwits have no memory,
Ass rape and reuse until dead.
Democracy is just feeding Illusions,
The most corrupt becomes the head.
Promises are made, with ruby and jade,
Then broken into smithereens.
People forget, and that's always my bet,
Divert them into their many sins.
I tax the poor, lax on the rich,
Rejoice at how more poor the poor get.
Poorer they are, easier it is to scare,
Auction their tears on the internet.
Ritual blame tennis with opposition I play,
Give them tickets to my gangrapes.
The police is decapitated with warnings,
Nobody a democracy escapes.
My sperm, valiant new germ,
Gets my warm chair and chin.
Once you are in power, set for life,
Politicians always win.
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