P1787 Borrowing some hair

Borrowing some hair, I'll make it fair 

How about some guano. 

I'll come and shit, where you see fit, 

I'm sure you won't say no.

Plus it's not like this is your pubic hair,

Plucking that would entail pain.

But there's reason, this is mating season,

You know what I'm sayin'.

We'll sign up a contract, an avian pact, 

You humans aren't trustworthy.

You fuck and sell your mother given a chance, 

A species disgustingly noteworthy.

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P1782 I water the plant

I water the plant my head in a slant, 

High hopes for a sustainable living. 

No fertilizer, just my poop and piss,

At night to it, I sing. 

The gods are lonely, their faces homely, 

This is what happens to a rusting rot.

We need to move on, eat fungus and so on,

Sleep comes easily to a proustian cot.

I spit at the sky, doesn't go very high, 

Gravity is always a spoilsport.

But if your arms are weak, or you're a freak, 

The balls are rarely on your court. 

Chased a mirage, then it chased me,

Just an optical illusion. 

My head's in my ass, it always has,

I shit through my yap for fun.

This world is about to end,

No I'm not fucking with you anyhow. 

This shit's true, your fucks are through, 

Just a few years from now.

The clouds are thick, a wilted wick,

It's getting really dark in my mind.

Maybe a fainting swoon, if it happens real soon, 

An idea help me find.

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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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