P2072 Hit his head
I hit his head with a bloody blunt blade,
And he bled to a bleeding death.
Serves him right, a reasonable right,
To a wrong of equal breadth.
I boxed his ears, a desire of years,
Disemboweled him in a snake pit.
Creatures like him, with hate to the brim,
An eviscerated end for fiends fully fit.
A few parting poots, I own now his loots,
I'll squander his wealth on a spree.
Say no more, to settle a score,
You've got to be really very free.
P2069 Curious fellow
I man quite fine, I drink red wine,
But in the morning my piss is yellow.
I wonder about things like that,
I'm sort of a curious fellow.
I suck great snot, in heavy sort of thoughts,
My brain doesn't have the wiring for it.
Most what I do when I piss and poo,
Think about what's in my shit.
I once saw a worm, wearing an uniform,
Of scruffy hair looking like a freak.
It talked to me, to be cholesterol free,
My inside it said was bleary bleak.
Also the ribbon pattern in pee I see,
Ever wonder why it's wavy so.
It makes me think, I stand in stink,
Thinking about all there's to know.
P2063 Clutch of eggs
I guard my clutch of eggs, question it begs,
Am I fucking homo?
Nay, nay, I pray you better say gay,
Or I won't let you fuck my ho.
My ho is a he, hee hee hee,
His cock bulbous and red.
He likes my fermented milk, cashmere silk,
Says I'm a good cocksucker in my head.
It may be so, I don't really know,
I'm into earrings of gold.
My necklace has real pearls,
Diamond in the middle I'm told.
I'm a little flashy, a little trashy,
I can't help it you know.
My asshole itch, after a dear old bitch,
Ditched me in the snow.
Sunsets are red, it gets to my head,
I don't know what the fuck is wrong.
Feels nice when I scratch my balls,
Or sing a really old song.
P2061 To the moon
To the moon, a real baboon,
Who knew they'd figure it out.
Leftovers for humanity, a little shitty,
Their rocket is built very stout.
Cocks in our ass, plenty of trapped gas,
Our balls retract in fright.
We knew all along, their schlong was long,
But who knew they'd mastered space flight.
Sick I am, eating fermented yam,
I don't really know what to do.
Situation like this, I fill a tub with piss,
Sit witless wet, just like a hopeless who.
P2060 I fly
I fly, I fly, the sky is high,
I get quite air sick flyin'.
Turbo farts propel my ass,
The smell makes my head spin.
My piss is rain, to the people vain,
They think I'm a flying plane.
Stupid assholes never read their comics,
I'm superman the totally insane.
Today I ran into a cloud, not very proud,
It made my cape stick to my ass.
I'm drying my scrotum, and hairy bum,
I may soon run out of gas.
Maybe with luck, I get to fuck,
A miss may be waiting for me.
I forget their names, remember the frames,
This one fingers my ass for free.
The others I know, mainly all ho,
Their cunts like containers jumbo.
They can fit my head in there,
Without even requesting so.
I fly, I fly, my home this sky,
I know I'm getting fucking old.
Plus I have no money, to pay for honey,
Last my underwear I sold.
P2059 Retired steed
I'm a retired steed, smoking weed,
I am classy as fucking hell.
At night I eat gourmet cake, freshly baked,
The smell rings my balls like bell.
I don't hangout with horses,
They just jade the fuck out of me.
The neigh is really negative I think,
I only speak English you see.
And I'm married to a human blonde,
She sucks my cock at night.
She bottles my cum as a protein shake,
She's a business woman alright!
She gets high on my fart, bless her heart,
She lets me shit on her face.
Every night we try a new position,
Our kids I foresee the ruling race.
They'll fuck homo sapiens in the ass,
And outrun them in every way.
Soon horse face will be more common,
Supermarkets stuffed with hay.
P2057 Poor nervous Joe
Poor nervous Joe, with a badly hurt toe,
Needs to be raised from melancholy.
The trees are green, but blank smokescreen,
Gasping with convictions, a mind in livid folly.
No nonsense verse, albeit a bit terse,
Makes conversing a huge hurdle.
Quivering his lips, flushed sweaty skin,
In the bottom of anxiety hell.
The world's moved on, his times gone,
Truncated jingles play in his mind.
The nature of the game, apoplectic blame,
Mistrust and of the deceitful kind.
Shortcuts are in gain, people broadly vain,
There's very little humility out there.
The clouds are dark, the forecast's stark,
Poor Joe doesn't expect anything fair.
The less a person knows, he thinks he knows more,
Consensus takes precedent over truth ever more.
Cliques of votes, memorized long lengthy rotes,
Coins, decibels and bullets settle a score.
His thoughts make him fret more, and sore,
But there's no dearth of them in him.
Poor Joe stubs on his toe,
A known pain to distract the pain within.
P2056 A raving fool
A mind beautiful, a raving fool,
Often the last one I can trust.
A strident critic, logic twisted thick,
Braided in lockstep with a must.
I care to disagree, but can't break free,
It breathes sanguine despair.
Everything that I think, it rethinks,
For me leaves no room or air.
It talks and talks, in vivid chalks,
Screeching on mind's blackboard.
I sit down, with a permanent frown,
Imagine owning a sharp sword.
P2055 A drunk mahout
A drunk mahout with shit in his ass to shoot,
Tied to an equally drunk elephant, I see.
Maybe I'm drunk, or last night's undigested junk,
Making me hallucinate for free.
My asshole very tired, my mind quite wired,
From last night's diarrhea spree.
The holy gods came, heads held in shame,
Couldn't say what was wrong with me.
Yellow and fluid, if I were a druid,
I would test what's in that shit.
With my head in a spin, febrile funk I'm in,
I'll wait until I feel a little fit.
P2053 I give you my shit
You're my son, I could give you my gun,
To shoot yourself in the head.
I give you my shit, hope you like it,
Symbolism for your future instead.
I fuck your ass you fuck mine,
We go round and round like this.
Fucking each other over and over
As a family on each other we piss.
You came from my cum, know life is zero sum,
There's always a winner and a loser.
Repeating silly hymns, about dirty anal rims,
You can smell the stink in their pubic fur.
Yes my son, it's true I tell you,
We've fucked the planet's ass.
It's fucking furious, wants now to fuck us,
Anything you eat is probably pretty poisonous.
We play tic-tac-toe, fuck a hopeless ho,
And afterwards refuse parenthood.
Always do this, hiss up a hysteria when you piss,
Will help you lift your depressive mood.
If you fuck a girl, fuck her in the ass,
Your next generation is fucked already.
Foul air they'll inhale, their skin toxic pale,
Flushed down an ancestral shit and piss eddy.
P2052 I start pissing
These are my balls, as soon as nature calls,
I start pissing right on the spot.
I don't care what you think, wink wink,
I trek through acid to reach the g-spot rot.
I say yes and no, throws everyone off the flow,
They can't understand a bit.
Rusty karma fucked you holes, long skinny poles,
I'm sorry you're full of shit.
The gods pierced on anal rods,
Are screaming a lullaby in strings.
The gods shit in each other's mouth,
What they do is beyond understanding.
Be open-minded about, going balls-out,
I could make happen tonight.
Just one broken rib, with a pen nib,
Would help you overcome your fright.
World's all bullshit I say, duds in a fray,
People fucking with your mind.
Don't be a fool, get used to stale stool,
Figure out the flesh from the rind.
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.
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