P1809 Splash
I float my turds like a boat,
They sail happily from shore to shore,
The water looks more like shit everyday,
My poop more pious than the person before.
The confident ministers of democracy,
Diverted tax money to their own holy ends.
To clean the river many signboards of claim,
But only a bouquet of farts was spent.
Their farts now bubble up as joy,
With the runoff from all the industrial piss.
And plastic, hair, dirt, the unneeded dead,
Happily bob in the super holy bliss.
The river god counts my turds with splash,
Splash splash splash means three.
As if a gracious god giving thanks,
My piss the river drinks for free.
The poisoned fish freely float,
Froth of overconfident incompetence sprawled.
Reflecting on the sun trembling like a convict,
I dislodge a booger enthralled.
Detached from the trivialities I grunt,
I sit here to merrily shit.
To this super duper holy river I give,
My shit, my piss, my vomit and spit.
Oy, the gods exchange a merry look,
They love the germs I spread.
Just downstream from here,
Another water bottling plant was made.
That water is named holy something,
It's exported to the world today.
How I love to think my shit and piss,
Quench the thirst of millions everyday.
I buy a different brand of water though,
I don't want to taste my own piss.
The only thing I'm not quite sure,
If that's from a river as holy as this.
As they say what you don't see,
Worries you really a lot less.
My gods are always great,
All the rest just a fucking mess.
The smartphone is now very holy too,
Verily I sift through the sin and pain.
I curse the sinners as I do this,
Makes my turds less plain.
I inspect a lot of shit porn,
Where the old cultures are subverted.
When I see a girl shitting in a boy's mouth,
The holy rivers I feel are neglected.
The religious in me indignant with rage,
I throw up my breakfast here.
All done I clean my asshole in the holy water,
And return to my goodly prayer.
P1806 চালাকি করতে গিয়ে
বাঙালি সবই তুমি হারাতে বসেছ চালাকি করতে গিয়ে
সুবুদ্ধির বুদবুদ ছাড়ো কিন্তু কাজ করো শুধুই কুবুদ্ধি দিয়ে
মনটা এতই ছোট তোমার খালি স্ট্রোক হয়ে যায়
ছবি থেকে মহাপুরুষ শুধু হায় হায় কপচায়
কোন জন্তুর বাচ্চা বললে সেই জন্তুকে হেয় করা হয়
দুর্নীতিগ্রস্ত বাঙালি এদিকে নির্লজ্জ ও নির্ভয়
সাংবাদিকরা সব টাকার পকেটএ গুন্ডারা খায় বিরিয়ানি
লম্বা লাইনে দাঁড়িয়ে বিভ্রান্ত বোকা গুলো পায়না হালে পানি
অন্য সব দেশ যাচ্ছে মঙ্গল গ্রহে ভারতবর্ষে যাচ্ছে গোল্লায়
বাঙালিরা নিজেদের পায়খানা মেখে আয়না দেখে ভয় পায়
তোমার পোঁদের গন্ধে ম ম করছে ভারত ও বিশ্ব
গরীব তো আগেও ছিলে এখন অন্তর থেকেও নিঃস্ব
মন্দ কথা বলিনা আমি তাই ধূপকাঠি জালি
স্নো পাউডার ভেবে তুমি মাখো বেশ্যালয়ের কালি
মাড়োয়ারি এসে গুজরাটি এসে করেছে বাংলায় ব্যবসা
কেরানি থেকে ক্যালানে হয়ে বাঙালির চশমা আরো ঝাপসা
লোক ঠকানো বড়ই মজা ভগবানের দান
মূর্খ নেতার মূত্র খেয়ে এবার সব হারাবে প্রাণ
বাবা মাকে তাড়িয়ে দিচ্ছ বউকে নিয়ে থাকবে
মনে রেখো পুত্র তোমার এই কথাই মনে রাখবে
ঘাড়ে-গর্দানে বাঙালি নিজের ভালো নিজেই বোঝে না
চৌর্যবৃত্তি করে মস্ত ভুঁড়ি, লম্বা জিভে লোভের লালা
কোনমতে টোকাটুকি করে সে করেছে সব পাস
এক ধাপ সিঁড়ি বেয়ে আপ্রাণ হাঁসফাঁস
এককালে হাতে হারিকেন ছিল এখন রাজনৈতিক ডিলডো
নিজেই নিজের পোঁদ ফাটিয়ে কানামাছি ভোঁ ভোঁ
ফুটানির কাপড় জামা, রংচঙে গয়নাগাটি
মনের মধ্যে লোডশেডিং সেই অন্ধকারে কান্নাকাটি
অযোগ্য লোকের ছয়লাপ যোগ্য মানুষ ফুটপাথেতে
সুস্থ ভবিষ্যতকে দুস্থ করে মন্ত্রী বলছে ফুচকা বেচতে
ঘুষের টাকা পকেটএ নেইকো তাদের লজ্জা
ধরা পড়ে দলবদল তাহলেই তারা সাচ্চা
বাঙালি জেগে ওঠো তোমার পোঁদে বড় একটা ফোড়া
তোমার মুখে তোমার হাগা, তোমার বুকে বড় ছোরা
স্বার্থপরতা আর শয়তানিতে কিলবিল করছে মাথা
পেচ্ছাপ বরফ করে লম্বা মালা গাঁথা
না শুনলে মরবে তুমি তাই শুধরে যাও আজ
এই কবিতা মনে রেখো নইলে পড়বে মাথায় বাজ
পোঁদের পোকা মাথায় গিয়ে করবে কুটকুট
সবদিক দিয়ে বেটে হয়ে হাইট হবে দু ফুট
P1805 Turd
I know it's quite gross, can't afford remorse,
So from my mouth I shit.
My asshole was prod, a hot glowing rod,
So painful I can't even sit.
The rod belongs to a false god,
They're always after me.
First I thought alien green,
The blindfold was the color of pee.
They beat the beets out of me,
The floor was quite red.
Then they put a rod through my ass,
And fucked me in the head.
A wrecked asshole is bad, I'm really sad,
Don't have a shoulder to cry.
Who would've thought in public a turd,
I'd vomit up towards the godless sky.
Well wretched are these days, maybes and mays,
Nothing is ever a sure thing.
The poop is halfway out, stuck in the spout,
A holler no help will bring.
Fuck my stars, and fuck them again,
What a horrible way to defecate.
I've been retching and stretching,
Knots and tangles in my incorrigible fate.
Sorry you guys have to see me like this,
Too bad life is so long.
I don't want to choke on this turd,
I need a lubricating song.
Well this life is gone, I've nothing left to pawn,
Fucked by adversities and bad luck.
I'll die this painful death, with shit in my breath,
Fuck, fuck, fuck, and fucking FUCK.
P1804 I could smile
I could smile, but it's been a while,
But to you my bird I confide.
Your songs, are sweet and not long,
Cheers up the dark inside.
The human condition, not the fun,
That you might see us tout.
Cruel and selfish fools with rules,
On our miserable way out.
The planet will shake us off with scoff,
Glad to return the orchards to you.
The sun will set on this ape with hate,
The skies will again be blue.
Many morose months for the moss
To cover the graves of the slain.
In years everything about this plague
Lost in the rhymes of the rain.
You wouldn't see me around, or any of us,
Or hear the shrill sounds of human fuss.
We'll be gone bird, gone for good.
A new world will be born, it always does.
P1791 Proposal
My dick and balls, scabs and all,
Drops of piss dribbling out.
Marry me miss, and you can have this,
Or I will cry and pout.
The gods have said, in their heads,
Everything happens without a cause.
The laws of physics they piss on,
I've bandaged my groin with gauze.
You pretty miss, will you kiss,
The expectant hairy balls.
I promise you this, from now my piss,
In your mouth will fall.
Not gulp but masticate my sperm, no harm
My plum I promise you that.
Protein sugar and vits, a good lady fits,
Like your mother you won't get fat.
The flowers will bloom, I assume
It's the season to make love.
This includes a pole, a sacred hole,
Which we have my dove.
The assholes clenched, joy a fruity stench,
How together we take a dump.
The sunset spreading a color of red,
At night we plan the hump.
Concubines at other times,
Oy their honey makes me coy.
They say what you'll never need to say,
Their holes bring extra joy.
The jealous gods go to hell, I tell
No need to kiss their feet.
The fairies have joined the harem,
Just across the street.
You'll fill my head with words, pointy hard,
Won't tell a soul our secrets, I swear.
The moonlight at night, not bright,
I'll look for you everywhere.
I'll take a bath once a year, every year,
I'll let you pluck my pubic lice.
Together we'll talk unpleasant things,
Redirect the invectives at the mice.
Your dowry jams my throat with joy,
I read the classics to chill.
I smile when I smile not,
Find thrills for the time to fill.
P1790 A fish out of water
It's just my thoughts, that's all I've got,
I feel like a fish out of water.
My feckless luck, this life is fucked,
Postpone everything to later.
An embarrassing failure, the usual lure,
Of a life that feels fulfilling to me.
But it's fallen apart, don't know where to start,
I want clarity but I can't see.
Shallow naked greed, a terrible seed,
We are all on a dire brink.
The road is long, just one last song,
Need everyone to really stop and think.
I feel sad for the world, then sad for me,
The images haunt me every hour.
I feel my pain, I imagine their strain,
The emptiness everything devour.
Lies multiply, a forlorn sigh,
Paranoia looms unaware.
There are eyes, looking up at the sad skies,
People letdown everywhere.
I sit here heavy with worry,
Just wistful about my past.
A time travel, grains the size of gravel,
Against a memory aghast.
Lonely and old, my story has been told,
By characters that never lived a life.
I repeat in my defeats, all ugly feats
A horrible past and present strife.
The haze is fierce, the daze has pierced,
Whatever little ambition I had.
Drown the dissent, patience all spent,
I feel I'm going mad.
The people crowd around, senseless sounds,
They all have an inkling.
Climb and clamber, sweat and anger,
Who wins another useless thing.
The foundations cracked, the minds hacked,
People living desperate lives.
Their eyes locked on a flickering screen,
Another agent in a soulless hive.
Can't really articulate what's there,
People argue over a mirage.
They just see, what they want to see,
Can't bother their bias to budge.
The race is rank, the air is dank,
I don't feel like I want to talk my thought.
It's my mind I come back to, it's true,
It's really all I've got.
P1789 Frothy spit
I shit in his mouth, now must go south,
The smell makes me vomit frothy spit.
He's going to live, it's with love I leave,
Give my grubs this moist pit.
Eat him from the core, now their pantry whore,
That's the only use it can be put to.
After I infected this scum, a lullaby I hummed,
He went to sleep without a clue.
His skin will come off, the bones now soft,
Everything else a putrid fume.
How I love what I do, fantastic and true,
Pure entropy I consume.
Fatty people are best, their fat to my taste,
Plus they sleep with their mouth agape.
Now he'll rot in peace, my eggs in every crease,
Off I go, another mouth to rape.
Although now ho, this species must go,
I'll make sure I fuck every ass.
The planet their garbage heap, their blood I must sip,
Otherwise I get bad smelly gas.
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.
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.
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.
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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