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P1778 Drop

This drop is pure, I'm sure,

Fresh and warm human piss.

My Coca-Cola, my dearest Lola, 

I quench my thirst like this.

It's got all I need, a few days feed, 

The acidity is just made for my tongue. 

The sugar and cream, what a lovely dream,

The vessel is hairy and well hung.

I must not tarry, after me is Larry,

He's the fattest worm in this underwear. 

The smell is sweet, I scurry on my feet, 

Go back to my pubic hair.

Here I work on a festering wart,

The pus keeps me cool.

The vessel stirs, a scratch and scar,

I begin to drool. 

The gods on cloud, their voices loud, 

Make him stir in sleep.

The wart becomes a painful boil,

With joy into it I leap. 

A splash and thud, a flood of blood, 

Heavens blow a trumpet beat.

Deep into the brain I go.

And here I take a seat.

Now in the chair, it's life unfair, 

I wreck what I fucking see. 

Insane its twerks, spasmodic jerks,

I giggle a nefarious glee.

After about an hour, I devour,

All there's to eat.

The vessel is dead, through its head, 

I come out, the cycle repeats. 

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P1774 Gargoyle

On your mouth I sit, I shit like this,

With my tongue lolling out.

I hate your face, you're a disgrace, 

With feces I jam your spout. 

You've done harm, twisted my arm,

I will come after you now. 

You can't see me, but somehow you see, 

You're chewing my fecal chow. 

Generations will die, who aided grief, 

And stabbed me bloody shit.

My innocence will in acrimonious waves, 

Drive nails into your grubby feet.

Your perfume will do you no good,

You'll smell like a pile of shit.

Now I piss, can you hear the hiss?

Follow the flow to your rancid tits.

Curse is written, my ass was bitten,

Oh how bitter my turds have become. 

I swear to the gods, in my shit the pea pods,

Never in your mouth a gent will cum.

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P1769 Nose

I tell you miss, with a nose like this,

I can easily be a porcine snob.

But I like your snatch, two eggs we can hatch,

I'll try to get a job.

I do qualify for everything, I think,

What's there to not know.

You just say I know it all 

Then to your job you go.

I am a good human, according to my arse,

As you'll surely find. 

The gods are good, we'll steal food,

No need for the daily grind.

Education is just a waste of time,

I'd rather comb my pubic hair.

I'll look at my asshole in the mirror, 

Harangue the grubs that stare.

A page I pluck to rub my ass,

After I take a shit.

I run through books like this,

Faster than you can sit. 

We'll try different dreams, lubricating creams, 

I like to try the greek.

You have to shit your tubes clean, 

Not known as a toilet freak.

I like music a lot,

Masturbate with the violin bow,

The music from my asshole is new,

I attract several crows.

My wisecracks will crack you up,

I like when you spread your legs, 

I promise you a cot in a slum, 

Just for your healthy eggs.

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P1765 Conversation

We laugh and laugh, let's cut her in half,

We each take a different end.

Imagine her fun, shaded from the sun,

What a way her holiday we spend. 

We frolic like boys, strident the ahoys, 

What a good return on a ho.

Next year somewhere else, we'll pick sea shells, 

Or cavort naked in the snow. 

Goons are grand, India beforehand 

Was such an inhospitable place.

Now we loot and rape, quickly escape, 

It's a pleasure to have an ugly face.

We scheme, we scam, eat sandwich with ham,

The best hotels are our hut.

Pulling a trigger is ease, why education and grease, 

When you can kick someone else's butt.

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P1759 Mulling

You are who? There's no taboo,

To drill an extra hole in your ass.

A diamond tipped bit, for this job fit,

Imagine two holes to pass your gas.

Ohh your nose, a bloody scene is gross,

Did I break it already?

Still left a swing, this punch will bring, 

The pollyannaish out of your body.

Insurance or not, nobody thinks a thought, 

You're as good as fucking dead.

I'll fuck your hollow skull, I'm serious when I mull,

Sorry, I'm sorry I never said.

Your fangs have struck, millions with fucked luck, 

Don't you think you deserve a little treat?

How about some gold, we found in your hold,

In your ass after some propane heat. 

We love you a lot, but we like it hot,

The gold rod a sadistic tool.

Burn your inside, love should never hide.

And thanks for calling us fools. 

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P1754 Cistern is stuck

Ohh fuck, my luck, the cistern is stuck, 

And I can't stop shitting. 

More and more, I'm a shit whore,

Didn't pay the plumber for the fitting. 

Good holy god, you're such a fraud, 

What a bad design: My asshole.

Now what do I do, I have to pee too,

The air is so thick and foul. 

Nobody should know, my shit smells so,

Where did I keep my perfume. 

Wipe my ass with hand, use a rubber-band,

Fuming in this putrid fume. 

Fuck my hairy pits and pinch my small tits,

I'm such an awesome man. 

Wallowing in my shit, I still think I am fit, 

I'll do exactly what a man can.

I'll wait and wait and wait, exactly at that rate,

The bacteria will break my shit down. 

The room spick and span, I have an exhaust fan,

Not ever suffer a needless frown. 

Eureka I scream, just a vacuum clean, 

I go call the fucking plumber. 

I pay his dough, shake my ass like a ho,

Badly need a shit free slumber.

P1753 Dead

I am dead, or so they said,

At least from what they could tell. 

But I tell you, mark it as true, 

I certainly would live on very well.

Not in the superstitious way, a ghost smoke gray,

Or as in a religious rebirth, 

But through you my friend, there's no end,

As part of this very old earth. 

From stars I came, to stars I would go,

The parts in a whirlwind whole. 

The infinite shuffle, all the violent scuffles, 

As part of the metaphorical soul.

The deeds of men, as a species that'll live,

Is just a blip on the cosmic scale. 

Entropy moves on from order, to disorder

Just another fossilized shale.

So I am dead, the flowers on my head, 

My nose blocked with cotton. 

The rituals are done, the fire is turned, 

I feel wistful and forlorn. 

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P1749 Crooks

I cannot tell you why you should not cry,

But know that I am now a ruinous spook. 

Oh look, oh look, just by this nook,

A country of larcenous crooks. 

Evil they are, their smiles leave a scar,

Their acid smells a bitter red.

I must tell, presage and foretell, 

Evil lives inside their head.

They lead with lies, their lies multiply, 

The common man suffers and dies.

They stand on a stage, in livid outrage, 

Pouring their acid in the skies.

You get stuck with their fucks, trucks full of mucks, 

That for a pittance vote the evil in.

It's an utter shame, dirty nested game,

Of all the things that are sin.

This country is dead, just get it in your head,

No cure to save it anywhere. 

It's just better to fly, or if you can die,

I am dead, now a ghost who lived here.

It's all dire, a rancid mire,

A mist hangs over the mourning fire.

The living are dead, in the blood they've bled,

There's a lingering indignant ire.

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P1743 Favorite goon...

I like money, pussy and honey, 

How wonderful this life.

Murder and rape, I have a legal cape, 

Never bothered by common strife.

I spend vacations in jail, imported whiskey in pail,

Sometimes it's just my lookalike.

My swiss bank will grow, want more and more,

I'll buy fiji to park my bike.

I'll do anything for dough, I implore, 

Some extra gold helps out.

I'll pull in some hours, ass-fuck cowards, 

Skin them like a common trout.

I cut throats, the strident votes, 

You'll never regret the hire,

Their ass I rape, kerosene in the gape,

Light the honesty on fire. 

Oo la la, I dance tra la la,

I masturbate while they scream and pout.

Love this job, admired by the mob, 

No democracy can live without. 

P1742 I water my plants

I water my plants, without my pants, 

I shit on the ground to make it rich.

I am all natural, my hairy balls,

Sometimes do very much itch.

It's all right, the fire I light, 

Show people how to live true.

They think I'm a kook, perverted crook,

All totally false I tell you.

Rattle them, you can from their prattle,

Realize how hollow they are.

Fools with big yap, their lives nightmarish crap,

I know they won't take the planet far.

I don't know, where all this will go, 

I can't change things as just me.

Homo fucking sapiens isn't home yet,

They have eyes, but still can't see.

Maybe five, maximum ten, this pretty glen,

Will have wilted in the heat.

Misanthropic I've got, murderous my thoughts, 

I blame the sapiens for this feat.

The planet will live on, and so will life,

This foolish critter's plans all foiled.

All the gods, lies and borders crowd in its ass,

As the summer simmers into a boil.

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P1736 Leader

Leader of this sphere, you know I shit here. 

What other qualifications would you need?

You the laity, condemned by history, 

From my asshole, shit crumbs feed.

I take your money as tax, then with it I axe,

All your fucking fundamental rights. 

No jobs, no roads, no education you whores, 

Instead of health you get tenured blights. 

Hope is a crime, that doesn't rhyme, 

With anything that I plan to do.

Everything I do, really never for you,

Blinded you from what's obviously true. 

You die of dengue, I am a VIP,

An elite who can't be bothered by you.

Understand where you stand, really it's all quicksand, 

Instability ensures privilege for us few.

My son in United States, your son full of hate, 

A thick-skulled nitwit, he fights for my bullshit.

I've palaces everywhere, money and golden hair,

While you live in shanty fucking shit.

Democracy is a snare, you come into my lair, 

That's a whole country I can devour.

Predator in the dark, also parasite that lark,

To fuck and bleed your blood every hour. 

My manipulations severe, ensure paucity here.

My subversive corruptions always work.

From tryst to tryst, your ass I fist,

On your silly head, heavy boot I park.

I call black white, call up the new down, 

What's there in a fucking definition. 

I redefine the words, my media feeds you turds, 

Rebels incarcerated for blasphemous fun.

All the made up gods, chances against odds,

Because stupids can't realize they're free.

Religious myths, I ensure you conflate with,

The reality I certainly don't want you to see.

So I ask you to pray, so you stay my prey,

The ignoramus mass are swayed easily. 

You sit or shit, when I feel like it,

A warm welcome from democracy. 

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P1734 Now I'm on my own

I'm really mad, and also very sad,

That I've lost the body that was cute and fat.

Whatever am I to do, I don't think I have a clue, 

Or some unstated quandary like that.

There are drops of piss, I certainly don't like this,

Perfectly embarrassed to tell you the truth. 

But the outrage I feel, will not quickly heal,

Scratch the balls I must to soothe. 

Oh what a day, obnoxious fray, 

The blade severed me from my guy.

He must be really sad, bleeding pretty bad,

What consolations could I try?

Now I am on my own, the sperms ready to be sown,

Must find a miss to vomit them in.

Ejaculation is fun, miss here I come,

Ready your hole with some gin.

To impress her wet tube, must comb my pubes,

Unkempt belongs to the hardscrabble class,

Must pump up size, with her hole to fantasize, 

Now where can I find a piece of glass?

Must avoid her shit hole, my weakness as a whole, 

I admit I do navigate well in poop.

I'm really very tense, this makes absolutely no sense,

But must not shrink into a stoop.

Hallelujah to the gods, what are the fucking odds,

That a severed dick marches up to a cunt?

Must be making history, or herstory, 

The world's most daring stunt.

P1733 I scoop my poop

I scoop my poop, a horrible goop,

I tell you it makes me retch. 

But that's what I eat, if I have to shit,

Cooking anew an expensive stretch. 

Plus I'm a loner, sometimes with a boner, 

I masturbate to keep myself fit.

Who knows when, a new miss in the glen,

Shows an interest in my shit.

The world is too sterile, vain and futile, 

You can't close your eyes to shit.

It's always in your ass, specks of it in gas, 

That I see everywhere flit.

I drown my sorrows well, just whiffs of urine smell,

Gets me out of the dumps real fast.

Please look for a miss, who might like my piss,

That relationship might long last.

I have a wart, near where I fart,

I want the miss to nurse and lick.

Sucking her glands, romantic rubber-bands,

A pony tail looks fancy slick. 

Oh I don't know, my life without a ho,

Is pathetic and will be quite short. 

Left to fuck my own ass, or just passing gas,

Wouldn't achieve anything of noble sort.

Die, die, die, I tell myself why,

Naturally because I'm all fucked up.

Will the gods not see, if they exist that is,

To a remedial tea in a golden cup?

 

Please god please, at least a cup full of piss,

From a miss with radiant grace. 

I'll play a tune so fine, scratch my pubic vines, 

Vomit up poetry on her face.

True, true, true, her eyes are blue, 

And her hair a fancy blonde. 

She knows how to carry, and cook me a curry,

Can I find her in this fermented pond?

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P1731 Honesty

Honesty took my tongue, head full of dung,

Someone's really hating me.

An awful fact, this goodly cut exact, 

Too much blood is bloody.

I'm just scum, too small for some

Or anyone to know who I am.

A cavorting clown, who's not from town,

A frivolity with almost zero glam.

Not good-looking at all, I scratch my balls,

The world is full of loud trolls. 

Merit is dead, best are hollow heads,

Truth gets you bullet holes. 

Well that's what it is miss, can't tongue kiss,

And I can't talk or complain. 

Next thing I foresee, the goons will kill me,

They're trained to inflict severe pain.

Nobody has to hear, from me through their ear,

About this thing called reality. 

I think I'm going mad, becoming catatonic sad,

Incarceration is never an impossibility.

P1730 Alcohol

I say cheers, don't like beers,

I go for the strongest hooch downtown. 

My liver is dead, alcohol in my head,

The bartender is a scowling clown.

My life isn't all that, I've grown morbid fat,

There isn't anywhere to go.

I know hookers by name, they're all the same, 

Another night, another ho.

My shit smears my ass, grumbling gas,

I snore like ten tigers on fire.

Who would have thought, here now this spot,

A shell soulless and so tired.

I don't want to live, nothing I have to give, 

Life's a meaningless quixotic errand. 

I want to sleep, no promises to keep, 

Brittle the mind that I don't understand.

Profligate my fate, when luck was in spate,

But those are days left behind. 

There's only twilight, the bar's dim lights, 

Doesn't help to illuminate at all this mind.

The fingers splayed, the knife game played, 

I'm still waiting for a careless miss,

The pain in my mind, by being unkind, 

Is more than a mere scarlet kiss.

Carrying a cargo, regrets and sorrow, 

The jealousy of pretend friends. 

The stabs are clear, they are with me here,

Bleeding to no consequential end.

I feel like a spastic spook, a repentant crook,

Who doesn't remember his crime.

All I can say, before the parting day,

I haven't spent a very good time.

People trying to be funny, waxing honey, 

It's sad how low they can stoop.

Louder are the fools, for money they drool, 

Capitalism's rancid poop.

Ordinary every way, ordinary everyday, 

Climbing a mediocre ramp.

Nothing to inspire, no creative fire, 

A glum gray drawing a bitter blank.