P1626 I say this and that
I say this and that, that for a fact,
But that's how I pronounce shit.
Have no intention, not to mention,
Entertain commoners from the street.
I like grandstands, stretchy pants,
Vomit long lecture on people's face.
Two rupees to cheer, otherwise fear,
Beaten bloody with democratic mace.
Airy khakis sans underwear, make them swear,
Duty bound to a promise of salary,
Bureaucracy under my thumb, force them dumb,
As puppeteer somebody ought to be.
Election I rig, I dance a jig,
Give them an illusion of influence.
Rule with my boot, I rape and loot,
The fools think it makes good sense.
Or I stab, bloody grab,
The balls of the horse to trade.
Quickly overwhelm, overnight then,
Cut said balls with razor blade.
Once elected, lies are confected,
That's really all they ever get.
On the power chair, I stroke my pubic hair,
Get the females slippery wet.
Press penis, plainly just as it is,
Into any flabbergasted hole.
Pretend to know, the acolytes glow,
Urinate wisdom into their vapid soul.
I pay moustachioed goons, media cartoons,
The peddlers with degrees in sin.
I suck and fuck, transport the buck,
Stow them away, my safe swiss bin.
Fuck vox populi, these fucks just flea,
I often smack them dead.
It's their role, to lube their holes,
Born to give good sloppy head.
From my poop, what they scoop,
The only resource I guarantee.
I am incontinent, their open mouth spent,
Just a container for my pee.
Political fashion, their paltry ration,
I feel so sorry for the laity.
I gape their ass, put dirt and grass,
Discarded cheap confetti.
I like hypocrisy, but get very pissy,
When I've to pretend honesty.
Hours boring long, moisture on my schlong,
Only like what's pretty.
I am cool, every fool a voting tool,
"Get back to work you slaves.
I'm your king, jumping like spring,
The courtiers all avaricious knaves.
I am the law, your balls I saw,
Don't let me hear a single tweet.
My anus you lick, or you get very sick,"
Democracy can't get more sweet.
India is all mine, citizens pay the fines,
For nothing they go to jail.
"Chew my turd, it's not that hard,
Drink some piss from the pail."
They fall for it, heads full of shit,
No wonder they put me in charge.
I shit in their yap, drain their sap,
Mostly morons in the land at large.
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.
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