P1686 Foothold
A morose mind sans hope,
Embers of unfulfilled ambition's rage.
That one day will quietly wilt,
Dissipate without a trace.
I'm still at it though,
The rudder lost behind.
Hobbling through the hurdles,
The unlit theater of minds.
Kith and cruel kin, litter of sin,
Friends armed with fangs.
Loyalty isn't worth a scruple,
Hordes of cold selfish gangs.
Rats on hedonic treadmills,
Obsessed with pecking order.
Superficially pleasant grimace,
Minds too shallow to ponder.
A darkness has descended on my soul,
It's as heavy as it is not sublime.
The Illusion of time has come to a halt,
This moment certainly not mine
The headwinds are blowing hard,
I'm unable to hold on.
The talons losing foothold,
Loose the layers of con.
Shadowy characters looking on,
They are out to get me.
Merit is dead, the world is fed,
By nefarious greed and monstrosity.
The climb is steep, my problems deep,
I don't think I can do it anymore.
I may fall, this cliff is tall,
A nightmare from before.
My screams are muted,
There's no air to breathe.
Gasping for life, raspy groans,
I feel the loose soil underneath.
I may be already dead,
Or maybe my feelings are that way,
Everything is wrapped in grief,
Everywhere it's a glum gray.
P1681 Gold
I hunt for gold, I'm told,
It's deep inside my nose.
Index in, always shoveling,
I don't find it gross.
I in fact eat the dig,
The boogers are savagely nice,
They've got a hint of crunch,
Sometimes indian spice.
I look at it and check for gold,
Before I add it to my soup.
Guests get extra helping,
Sometimes my pickled poop.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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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