P2050 I drink shit
I drink shit dissolved in pee, people think it's tea,
And that makes me really sad.
Probiotic for less gas, better than licking someone's ass,
Which always makes me really mad.
Also as a clod of clay, from my shit for play,
I build artsy handicraft toys to sell.
The buyers sniff and scratch, I quickly snatch,
And ring their balls like a bell.
The flock of fools, in their hypocrisy of rules,
Think shit as really shit.
I think of poop, bacteria and undigested goop,
An evolutionary advantage that keeps us fit.
In fact, brain of a dumbass, no surprise that it has,
Something similar to this shit tea.
Instead of blood, it's really a piss flood,
That control their behavior you see.
Thoughts this deep, disrupt my sleep,
And one day might dry my daily drool.
It's less arduous to plan, squatting on an asian pan,
Where the emerging stress ejects new stool.
So make your own cup, don't throw up,
Because that'd be really stupid you know.
Plus I'm on my own, the cards that I've been shown,
Makes me a cheap ass angry bro.
P2049 I did this shitting
A specious god rattling a cock, in a mini pink frock,
Came to me in a wet slimy holy dream.
He had a case of gas, wanted me to fuck his ass,
And gave me a goodly lubricating cream.
Verily my cock did bang, bang bang bang,
And he promptly fell down.
From his dick, out came a worm fat and thick,
A pointy parasite that cackled like a clown.
Also, a dollop of dung, on my dick sadly hung,
Shit makes gods somewhat less.
Too bad he's gone, didn't ask where he's from,
They all come from clouds I guess.
"Fuck my tonsils," I said to the worm, never a fan of frills,
And stomped repeatedly on the pestering penis pest.
Then I shit on the pink frock, the limp god cock,
And puked on the scenery in haste.
A bastard in a hot shit custard
I really really like it, I tell you.
Spoiling the frock, boiling the god cock,
Means in dreams, I loose all my screws.
Self-congratulatory shit, is never the difficult bit,
I come as vain as I am insufferable.
More on the floor I shit, more wonderful I find it,
The aroma of hell in the sulphurous smell.
Cower under my power, or I'll be really sour,
If you don't want to drink my piss.
Twinkle fucking twinkle shitting star,
I wonder if this will buy me a miss.
I did this shitting in just one sitting,
Painting abstraction is an art.
And the pissing, what you heard the hissing,
It's a sacrilege not to afterwards fart.
Geometry in piss, puke and shit, always a big hit,
I stare at my art and I think.
But the day was bloody, the floor ruddy,
And my drool inadvertently pink.
The muck and ooze, last night's booze,
And I see my shadow as I stoop.
Fuck this and that, tip my hooker's hat,
To the patterns and poetry in my poop.
Panoply of violent gods, offer agreeing nods,
And clap joyfully for the effort I've put.
They sing religious hymns, about anal rims,
While I sling shit at them with my foot.
The bigots on the spot, I get the pot boiling hot,
This will be more than just subtle scoff.
Affable I'm not, with self-righteous snot,
Possibly their patronizing pissed me off.
Then I wake up good, with a morning wood,
A cum drenched violet blanket in sight.
But I'm glad, it really wasn't that bad,
At least the asshole I fucked was tight.
P2044 I like it hot
I like it hot, cooking chillies in a pot,
Turn my fart into a deadly wisp.
From my mouth the air, to be really fair,
Will burn people to a brown crisp.
That way, I am smart, I daresay,
I don't have to eat the annoying fucks raw.
Otherwise it's a pain, they scream in vain,
When I cut pieces with a saw.
Between the poles, many incompetent assholes,
They think for them everything is fucking free.
It's my hope, someday with a ribbed rope,
The citizens will hang them from a holy tree.
And far too many, not worth a penny,
Should really be eaten already.
That way problems will shrink, associated stink,
Make the economies steady.
The gods are smug, they just shrug,
And piss on our heads, heavy and vain.
Be that as it may, all I have to say,
At least I, can't turn my eyes from people's pain.
I'm a really kind soul, hate the stupid and the foul,
But wouldn't want their meat to go waste.
Instead I eat all the meat, throw a daily treat,
Augment with garam masala the taste.
The red chilly is hot, the green so not,
But together they can fuck karma's ass.
My shit burns the ground, hollow and round,
Start a fire, I now can, with my gas.
P2040 Now I'm dying
It was a tit that was hit, didn't like it,
Man-boobies always my pride.
But now I'm dying, I feel like crying,
And not a soul to confide.
I was beginning to piss, humming a hiss,
A childhood ritual I follow.
My lips were pursed, when an arrow disbursed,
Turned me into this bloody fellow.
The arrow, through my mortal marrow,
I'm stupidly staring at the silly sky.
A piercing pestiferous pain, surely I am slain,
I'll have to keel over and fucking die.
A burly guy, now quite surly sour,
I didn't at all deserve to die.
And with swinging balls, my mind recalls,
No one's going to cry.
I curse this land, fart where I stand,
May the killer suffocate on my gas.
Once in hell, I'll scream and yell,
And fuck this asshole's ass.
P2038 I cook
I cook my shit in my piss,
Maybe I'll invite a miss to fuck.
After dinner, we'll cuddle and talk,
Give her my dick to suck.
An entire bookshelf, about "go fuck yourself,"
A collection, I'll proudly want to display.
Show her how I shit, I'm sure she'll love it,
I'll let her take home my turds to play.
Been a really long while, since my anal piles,
That I've invited a chick for a date.
My star is in place, a thermonuclear furnace,
I see a pretty cunt in my fate.
A glass of cheap wine, will be just fine,
Enough to snare her to reveal.
I'll stay sober and focused,
After all, her holes I have to seal.
I know, I know, shouldn't treat her like a ho,
It has to be like a real love affair.
I'll sketch her mons pubis, as is,
And proceed to pluck her pubic hair.
Then I'll move to fuck her ass,
It has been really a very long time.
Then on a frenzy roll, I'll leave a gaping hole,
A pleasant sort of evening I dream as mine.
P2033 Tandoori chicken
Tandoori chicken with lime, is a crime,
I'm willing to commit every day.
A single malt peg, and half an egg,
Makes me full I'd say.
The days are gone, when I stayed on,
Never said no to a second dish.
But I'm diversified, I like pan fried,
Aromatic rice with fish.
Gastronomic delight, I'm always right,
I know a good food stall.
Meat is main, without it is pure pain,
I can't do without it at all.
Hydrogenated oils make my springs coil,
I always bless my rice with it.
Bloated full I can't stir, sweat on my fur,
I rarely after meal feel very fit.
And I confide my friend, gluttony has no end,
I have a secret dessert head.
Then maybe a fine wine, I always have the time,
Before I toddle towards my bed.
Then I dream of food, always equally good,
But rarely do I remember eating it.
It's only sad, that after all I've had,
In the morning, I produce super stinky shit.
Through my jaundiced eye, a fucked up world I spy,
And people like me very very rare.
A new health fad in town, for the clueless clowns,
Where they pay for a mortal scare.
Fuck it I say, live life and pray,
That you have the life you've got.
Enjoy it while you can, be a real man,
Don't live your life in a thought.
P2030 Dildo in my ass
Dildo in my ass, holding shit and gas,
And here are my balls freshly cut.
I'll do anything, at your feet I fling,
To be cast a puppet in your smut.
Pick me up, I'm totally a fuckup,
I can be a fuck piece for you.
You're my god and I a miserable sod,
Everything you say was always true.
Holy then, holy now, holy always,
I've always struggled as a boy.
But now at your feet, in rain and sleet,
My asshole quivering with joy.
Superstitious I'll be, right on the money,
It's easier to blend in the crowd.
I'm as foolish as they come, will swallow your cum,
Master you make me very proud.
Lo, behold, my cold ass is sold,
To the king of all kings, merciful things.
Now a captive to his caprice I submit,
My loins, coins or anything my toil brings.
P2026 Yellow fellow
A very yellow fellow, now all mellow,
Drowns his grief in a drink.
He's gambled away a lot, left only his thoughts,
Cross-linked with unusual kink.
There's nothing else, just empty shells,
Of dreams he's been dreaming.
The intimacy gone, just an act on,
Nothing in his past, worth redeeming.
He hopes life will be brief, end of all grief,
Nothing is great anymore.
What else is there, he's lost all his flair,
A lonely impotent miserable whore.
This rum, mixed with cum,
Didn't want the ejaculate to go waste.
A morbid mind, a breed of a kind,
A gloomy spiral of doom and distaste.
P2024 I give you an ant
It's really a mental struggle, this life,
It didn't turnout like a fairy tale.
The fairy in fact fucked my ass,
And left me howling in the gale.
Then the monsters came, game to them,
Took turns to gape my asshole wide.
Now the shit plops without effort,
Nothing to hold it back inside.
I give you an ant, her cunt I can't,
I know you want a piece of that fairy queen.
But I'm too weak, just an old freak,
Now jaded of the life I've seen.
Age is a curse, death doesn't disburse,
And I'm caught in this uncomfortable snare.
Maybe when you're stronger your bite,
Will do more than thin my remaining hair.
I'm so hoping that your poison will kill,
I badly want to die.
There's nothing in this cruel selfish world,
Nothing else I'd rather try.
P2021 Our love
Our love pink and blue, totally really true,
We share a lizard in our kiss.
Intimate as hell, I can smell,
The pheromones ooze in our piss.
After we mate, I hope until quite late,
We'll drink a whole keg of beer.
Then we'll sleep fortnight and three,
Minds fresh with frivolous cheer.
The gods would be, a witness you see,
Of this love, passionate and wild.
Then your sperm with my egg,
Bring forth a weird human child.
P2019 I eat a rat
I eat a rat, I always do that,
When I get stuck in a rut.
I bred some juicy pregnant ones,
And now they're all over my hut.
Winter will be here, my mind is very clear,
I know now the world is upside-down.
But be that as it may, I'm unable to say,
Why they say I'm just a surly clown.
This and many things, clearly stings,
Like a pointy cock on a super softy ass,
But overall I think, my piss won't stink,
If I pass the smell in my gas.
Stoicism my creed, nothing else I need,
Life is wearing a camouflage hat.
Fill my head with joy, give the rats soy,
That's really all there's to that.
P2003 My shitting pool
The sea is cool, my shitting pool,
Defecation is as holy as can be,
My turds are light, both brown and bright,
Verily they bob in the goodly sea.
Now I know, said a ho I know,
They are all about cleanliness, you see.
So instead of on the spot, they shit in a pot,
And silently they release it in the sea.
Then this now not good, having understood,
But made no sense to me or my ass.
The gods taught them, just be same,
That honesty is just all gas.
The water I kiss, get ready to piss,
I almost feel like a fucking fish.
The gods on a cloud, chanting aloud,
Clap and cheer with festive relish.
I show a finger, grab a turd like cinder,
I prepare to throw it at them.
They quickly flee, drooling defeatist glee,
I spit in the air more phlegm.
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