P1976 Don't like this ant
Don't like this ant, was in my pants,
It bit my scrotum twice.
Don't know about you, there are a few,
Who eat ants with boiled rice.
Trying very hard, it's on guard,
I'll get it with my tongue flap.
My tongue is fast, a new role here cast,
To get the ant in my yap.
Yay yay yay, I feel really gay,
Maybe I'll let it in my ass.
Stimulation is fun, give my worms a run,
I can fart it out with gas.
P1970 পারছোনা ওটা তুলতে?
পারছোনা ওটা তুলতে?
পুরনো বান্ধবীকে ভুলতে?
ঠেলে ফেলে দেবো,
চলো তো খাঁদের ধারেতে.
ঝাঁটা পেটা করে মাজা ভেঙে দেবো,
পিন্ডি চটকে তার বড়া.
মুখের উপর ঝামা ঘষে দিলে,
জানবো তুমি জীবন্ত না মরা.
কোন মায়ের মেয়ে আমি তুমি জানো?
কেন মিছে বিপদ ডেকে আনো?
আমি অন্ধকারের মধ্যেও ঘোর কালো,
গুষ্টির তুষ্টি করতে পারি ভালো.
মেনিমুখো, অকর্মণ্য, ধরিবাজ,
মুখটা সব সময় হাঁড়ি .
পয়সা নেই কেন?
কি আমাকে কিনে দেবে শাড়ি?
কি বললে? দুঃখের মালা গাথি?
মারবো পেছনে লাথি.
পড়বে মুখ থুবরে গোবরে,
চললাম আমি, দেখছি অন্য সাথী.
P1969 I'm been fed shit
Freedom of speech, without a hitch,
You must be so fucking high.
Truth, by decree declared dead,
Semi-literates rule the sky.
Just one of many ant like, almost invisible,
A miserablist with a moral mouth.
Everyone wants badly to fuck my ass,
Everything going surly south.
I'm being fed shit, and stale, as I see it,
I can't breathe any air.
I can't scream, the pipe in the mouth,
Languid and hopeless in this snare.
The leaders' shit I assume,
I can taste the expensive spice.
Dim aroma with the nose blocked,
But I'm betting it's religious rice.
Lizards with hidden cameras,
It's the national pride and joy.
Nobody minds another reptilian spy,
Vying to be a "very good national boy."
You can't see the rest, it's best,
My asshole quivering with thrust.
The country has legislated, for talkative folks,
An attached spiny dildo, a must.
Stomach churning cesspool of squalor,
The coordinates of my life now.
Abject poverty a lens through which,
I pray to the holy cow.
Bullshit here, bullshit there, bullshit everywhere,
Ingredients of a successful state.
The inconvenient suffer piped prison soup,
Totally fucked by fate.
Propagandists with post truths,
Famous and unusually fun.
Infamously die and always unknown,
People who like to pun.
Education turns out, was a bad choice,
Should have been an ordinary street whore.
My asshole is both hairy and tight,
Depravity pleases much more.
Everything I do, is flashed on a screen,
My piss analyzed through a catheter fed.
Any sound I make can be used in a court of law,
The verdict always "off with his head."
P1963 Worm on my back
I walk like this, holding my hissy piss,
A hungry mad worm on my back.
I eat only meat, the worm my shit,
Together no power we lack.
A gift from god an ass raping rod,
Who could have foreseen my luck.
With it I go, more bravely than before,
Wherever there's a fake ass to fuck.
A cracking idea, how little here,
This land mired in backwater muck.
My thoughts wouldn't drown, to defeat I frown,
No villainy yet I can't fuck.
Foul play, usually hold sway,
Humans with good intentions extinct.
When caught in a bluff, the nitwits huff,
In the end they get the fucking hint.
They understand clout, only when you shout,
A tender asshole they fuck.
A weak character, a spine no better,
Gets only their dicks to suck.
I hate flimflam, dogmatic I am,
My balls the color of acrimonious bile.
I want to be known, famously flown,
Where I can live without any guile.
My tendrils of thought, friends I've sought,
May despise my guts sometimes.
But in their heart, in quiet hidden farts,
With mine their theory often rhymes.
In god's good grace, have a handsome face,
There's plenty of this flamboyant fucking I do.
I smile a lot, much smoking of pot,
I am in the remarkable few.
P1958 আমার কুঁচকি প্রসারিত
আমার কুঁচকির থলি দীর্ঘ প্রসারিত,
আমার হিসু বন্ধ, খুলছে না কল.
আমি চিন্তিত আমি বাবা হতে পারব না,
সত্যিই হতবাক এবং বিহ্বল.
আমি কোথায় আছি জানি না,
আমার মাথা ব্যাথা করছে দেখছি.
সবকিছু একটি ধোঁয়াটে দুধ সাদা,
হয়তো আমি আবার শুক্রাণু হয়ে গেছি.
মলদ্বার অনুভব করতে পারছি না,
গু বের হবে কিভাবে?
এখন কি চিড়ে চ্যাপ্টা হয়ে আমার পাছা,
চিরকাল মাটিতে আটকে থাকবে?
হয়তো এটা একটা দুঃস্বপ্ন,
বদহজম হয়েছে একটু.
কেন আমার অদ্ভুত লাগছে,
করতে হবে পিছনে ফুটু.
আমি নিশ্চিত এটা নরকের প্রস্তুতি,
মৃত্যু মাত্র এক লহমা দূরে.
হয়তো এটাই কারণ,
দুঃখে নুনু চলে গেছে অনেক দূরে.
P1957 বিপরীত
ভালবাসা কি আমি জানি,
জানি ঘৃণার ঠিক বিপরীত.
সংজ্ঞায় বিশেষ কিছুই নেই,
নেই যেমন গ্রীষ্মের কাছে শীত.
আমি হয়তো ভালবাসাকে ভুল বুঝি,
অথবা হয়তো আমাকে ভুল বোঝে ভালবাসা.
রাতে রংধনু খুব কমই স্পষ্ট দেখা যায়,
অন্ধকারের অমীমাংসিত সমস্যা.
বেশিরভাগই ছদ্মবেশী প্রয়োজন,
গভীর আবেগ নয়.
অথবা মুহূর্তের মোহ,
দ্রুত যার মৃত্যু হয়.
যদি মানুষের থেকে বিচ্ছিন্ন হয়,
তাহলেই ভালোবাসা অনুভব করা যায়.
মনের ভিতরেরতম মন অবশেষে,
কথা বলার শব্দ খুঁজে পায়.
ভালবাসা স্বপ্নের অবর্ণনীয় দৃশ্য,
অথবা সূর্যাস্তের লাল আভা.
যে বই আমি বারবার পড়ি,
শৈশবের লুকানো পুরানো আশা.
P1949 I'm not fit
I'm not fit, I have a huge ass zit,
With talking worms inside.
The worms converse, in english too,
Better than mine, I confide.
Maybe this is my second asshole,
But I'll look like a perverted clown.
Now poop will get redirected,
Certainly a reason to frown.
Why do bad things happen to cartoons,
Surely I haven't hurt a soul.
In fact I only exist,
When someone this blog would scroll.
Oh the gods are really fucked up,
They should've straightened first my pout.
Now I have another issue,
A face with worms dangling out.
P1948 Don't know shit
Don't know shit, I'm a purohit,
I mispronounce old sanskrit koans.
Formulaic rhythm and rhymes,
Chosen to fool the chosen ones.
Abracadabra, pulling wool over eyes,
Is easy if your eyes by faith are fed.
Here for example, in a pedantic trance,
They see a blue ghost on my head.
My fees are high, in fire my feces I fry,
But the fools don't mind the smell.
They're really very dim, I hum a hymn,
Detailing a fall into hindu hell.
I mumble this and that, praise from the fat,
The podgy are as dumb as bovine dung.
In the haze of smoke and crackling fire,
The cannabis smoke gets the suckers strung.
Strategies are plain, use vain praise like rain,
In various parts of speech as spice.
The word "holy" enunciated multiple times,
Complete the heist in a trifling trice.
Snake oils easy to sell, do just tell,
And everyone's convinced I bring luck.
Pretty shiny coins, I entertain my loins,
Especially if a husband can't fuck.
I leave with a wad of cash, their assholes slashed,
But they think it's totally worth it.
I have another place to go, more rich I grow,
All I know is people are dumb shit.
P1946 I pray to my god
I pray to my god, this dick with balls odd,
That please don't let people fuck me so.
You know how much I respect and love you,
Yet, why you treat me like a ho?
People tell me I'm old, but I've always done as told,
I studied the holy books like they made sense.
Carried my life in structured adherence,
The blow jobs I gave you, never charged a pence.
I have no cash, my anus a wounded gash,
Holy holy holy, cow fuck true.
Now I need a job, I come here to sob,
I'll sit and cry until my balls turn blue.
Sweet diabetic pee, as I can clearly see,
The ants are lapping it up I find.
Maybe dear god a little less, sugar I confess,
In your diet will clear your mind.
Maybe from your pee, I can make tea,
That way I'll save money on sugar cubes.
Or in my old crotch, with cheap bengali scotch,
A recipe for young shiny pubes.
If you spare your shit, that's what I'll eat,
I'm so poor you've no fucking know.
I starve half a day, at night eat I may,
Parsimoniously every grain for later I stow.
Or you can in head, tell me to be dead,
I'll sit my asshole on a sharp cactus thorn.
My life sucks smelly snot, suffering and whatnot,
I've come to you sad and forlorn.
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