P1679 Sticks

My shit sticks to my asshole, 

I never think it is right, 

The sphincter muscles try their best, 

Sometimes they lose the fight. 

I sit there thinking about the world, 

With shit swaying in the wind.

Sometimes the cogitations can go deep,

Feel the shit dry on the skin.

I always arrive at hurried viewpoints,

Distant binaries that won't see eye to eye,

To dislodge, my finger I lodge

Into the self-righteous pie.

I hate it, but sometimes I'm forced,

To get out of the incarceration. 

Sometimes I imagine a lady licking it loose,

And enjoy the masturbation. 

With a plop, the good news drop,

And I flush the poop away,

I need to fix a mini black hole, 

To my hole one future day.

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P1669 Selfie

One look at my face 

And you'd be forced to puke.

I am grotesque and unkempt, 

I think I should be nuked.

I'm a horrible horrible man,

Given to capricious whims,

My mind is in splinters, 

Various unearthly schemes. 

I may in fact be mad,

At least not normal you'd say.

I'll snap a selfie of this moment, 

Then believe me you may.

A wild lonely creature, 

With ambitions bizarre of norm.

Sometimes I think the inhuman part

Dominates my earthly form.

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P1663 Dedicated whore

I lick your feet, I eat your shit, 

I'm your dedicated whore.

I am literally everywhere these days,

You may have seen me before.

Quite okay to fuck my ass,

I keep it lubed to your taste. 

Every last drop your piss I drink,

My butter your shit paste.

I can do most white collar jobs,

Because qualification don't matter, 

You want me to lick your asshole,

A face for your cum to splatter.

My tongue has many degrees, 

Of freedom as they say in the course.

Thrust my tongue deep in your crack,

Get it directly from the source. 

I'll accept bribes on your stead,

Hide all your ill-gotten gains, 

When you want to fling a whip,

I won't ever wince in pain.

My smiles always ear to ear,

Endearing shit eating style,

I'll direct blames away from you,

When your fart is extra vile.

Subservience is my badge,

I live to be your humble slave. 

In a country with compromised fate, 

I can't afford something brave. 

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P1661 Pimento

Gift from a ho, a pimento,

She shoved it in my ass,

Now I itch, fucking bitch, 

Very crass humor she has.

Diarrhea, my only panacea, 

My rectum literally on fire.

Menthol in my ass, to calm the torrid gas,

A tender asshole I find quite dire.

Might be back tonight, we'll fight, 

Don't want her to fist me anymore.

Just the mere thought, is wrought, 

With fear of the pimento whore.

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P1650 Metamorphosis

Standing on a precipice, carefully aiming my piss, 

I hit the river of fucking time. 

"Fuck you" I say, in utter dismay, 

I feel a fish enter the rhyme.

All this god shit stinks, ergo methinks, 

We ought to be more real.

Fuck all the voodoo, it's dog doodoo,

Need the authenticity seal.

Honestly honey it's baloney, 

Look the other way.

Spooky hooker quite a looker, 

Go back in time any day.

Obscene wheeling and dealing,

Sagacious shit as I thought it.

Behind doors on all fours,

Suck a complementary tit.

P1649 Poetry

There's poetry in my balls, 

Bubbling up as jizz,

Something I've noticed, 

When I take a piss.

Every sperm carries a word,

The seminal fluid aids the flow, 

The fungus on my rod,

Always a fluorescent glow.

My limericks like my limbs, 

Always in akimbo, 

Power in the superlatives, 

I go for the goofy gung-ho.

I am rude, but it's the prude, 

That I think are missing out. 

Language like flowing urine, 

Irrigates every spout. 

I wish people would pay attention, 

To the wonderful in reality, 

I'm amazed at how seriously, 

My pants get very shitty. 

Come hither, play with words, 

Enjoy my fancy with me,

Rewarded with a mind to think,

Good things are always free.

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P1643 I will rise...

I will rise, Lazarus style,

From the other side of life. 

From the decay of the morals,

With blood written on my knife.

Forlorn dung, my songs unsung,

I'll reclaim every inch of lost pride.

Unfavorable the wind, forced to rescind, 

Subservient on my side.

The villains in the chain, all in terrible pain,

Will rot alive in their grisly lives. 

Apparatus of blame, broken into lame,

I'll burn their entire poison hive.

All my moments of suffering, will now bring, 

A curse on the deeds of them,

Who did what they did, their crimes they hid,

Innocent I was always blamed. 

Worms will eat their eyes, their screams muffled by,

An insect in their vocal chord.

Lava under their skin, boiling them within, 

Pierced with my vendetta sword. 

I will rise, Lazarus style,

From the other side of shit. 

From the rot of my memories,

Revived and dangerously fit.

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P1641 Weed

I fart more than I speak, 

But the weed makes me dream big.

I see a ball shaped like the sun rise,

I think it's wearing a wig.

The portrait of the land, just from where I stand, 

Is a quagmire of crooked hotchpotch, 

It's the crooks in every nook,

That can afford single malt scotch.

That's probably the weed speaking, 

Maybe I should fart.

Synchronize my asshole and mouth, 

Someday my circus start.

I get carried away, 

Flotsam harried for a place to stay, 

The sun is bribed, as per the vibe, 

I find in utter dismay. 

I've grown a long beard, 

I think it looks quite wise,

Who can't think, get hoodwinked, 

Why am I not surprised.

Little bitty shit shoot out when I fart,

I hope you keep your mouth shut.

Dearest my puckered hole clenched, 

A turd for you I can cut.

My blessings and weed seeds,

A cannabis within you will grow. 

When you burst, just from the blast, 

At a distance the seeds I sow.

My erudite feces, a rare species, 

Will ultimately rule the fucking sphere. 

Anyone resistant, will usually repent, 

Die a sordid death, most likely here.

You'll be dead or at least dying, 

The decay feed the future to be.

A cackling villain, must be slain, 

The killer must be me.

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P1639 आओ मेरे लाल

आओ मेरे लाल तुम भी आओ।

जो भी अंदर है, वह तुम खाओ। 

मैं कुछ नहीं कहूंगा। 

अब कहने को बचा ही क्या है?

यह दुनिया तो कूड़े का ढेर बन गया है। 

तुम जाओगे तो कहां जाओगे! 

सपने तो सब कीरे खा ही गए हैं। 

हकीकत में अब बचा ही क्या है? 

खाओ मुझे पूरा खोखला बना दो। 

फिर खोल भी खा जाना! 

आओ मेरे लाल।

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