P2106 I'm wasted drunk
I'm wasted drunk, in deep funk,
My ass is fucked I tell you.
So much shit came rushing out of it,
The planet was slanted askew.
With jiggling balls, I answer nature's calls,
I piss wherever I may be.
I wallow in my piss, there's no miss,
Nothing makes any sense to me.
I'm going to hell, I can tell,
Not much different the assholes.
House of a demented fuck, who sucks,
Poor departed souls.
Perhaps he'll fuck me with his rancid tongue,
Perhaps ask me to sit on the devil prongs.
Whatever it is, I'll be eating his shit and piss,
Customarily with festive songs.
P2105 I shit from my ass
I shit from my ass, passing noxious gas,
And flutter a flag of some sort.
I give hypocrisy a good face, I win every race,
Always with the winner I consort.
I kill him with my fart, an art,
I'm proud of who I am.
To make the odor doubly deadly,
I eat raw eggs with fermented yam.
For my political reasons, in prison,
I shit on the opposition leader's face.
And I own his whores that've blown,
My cock at gun point, I confess.
Plus I throw my feces at people,
I've killed many this way.
It's just one of the many things,
That helps me hold my sway.
P2097 Getting married today
Getting married today, what can I say,
I want to shit with joy.
I may also piss, on my wedded miss,
In urine we float our gift toy.
My shit her shit they all fit well,
A match made in heaven's loo.
With lyrics in the air, her skin so fair,
Positively our love is true.
This year is good, people starving for food,
Famine and war glittering bright.
Everything is going to hell, the smell,
Is distinctly of furtive fright.
The stars are stuck, no one to pluck,
They are quite far they tell us.
Astrology was cool, when I was a fool,
But now it's just barnum fuss.
On honeymoon to the moon, very soon,
I fly on my stomach gas.
Farting all the way, foaming shit spray,
I can go where no one has.
P2095 I sing like a bard
I sing like a bard, at least I try hard,
The vibrations visible on my schlong.
The frequency determines as a rule,
When it shrinks or will be long.
The gods like my tale, they fart a gale,
Down on the earth below.
I get discounts to the whore house,
Free to fuck a foolish ho.
My songs are good, they give me food,
I sing a melody of tones.
One day my balls will be booked,
A miss join with hungry moans.
I dance to the tune, on a grassy dune,
My shawl fluttering in the flow.
The heaven showers bright pink flowers,
I breathe deep the fragrance slow.
P2094 I run to piss
I run to piss, I've started to hiss,
I can feel the droplets drip.
The gods always know, to make it flow,
All I do is run a trip.
Yessiree, I run, like a bullet from a gun,
The wind blowing my hair.
I can feel a full fart forming,
I knew heaven was goodly fair.
These drops will drown, small insects brown,
But that's alright I sing.
It's really a matter of morals I feel,
Not trampling on any dead thing.
My balls and belly, maybe on telly,
A naked man pissing on the run.
Who knew I could get so famous so fast,
An ass of a guy with a hairy bum.
P2091 They vie to lie
They vie to lie, they don't even try,
To be anywhere close to being fair.
Greed in their gut, progress in a rut,
It's quite a gruesome affair.
To sell their souls, to run all the fouls,
Scruples are entirely optional.
They see it fit, if they can sit,
They drive destination to the wall.
Somewhere along the line, a climbing vine,
Starts to strangle the nation's throat.
Don't believe anything they tell, it's like hell,
To try to fight across the moat.
Here now and there, my mind I need to spare,
It's really all I have got with me.
Not anyone to talk, a superficial stock,
Of people around the poison tree.
P2090 My tongue is twisted
My tongue is twisted to truth,
Inveterate honesty a really bad deal.
The braid is strong, I can't do wrong,
Utterly powerless I feel.
The world is full of strife, abject life,
Most people clearly already in hell.
Their songs sung are high strung,
Emotions and people sell very well.
I think these thoughts, my mind rots,
In the dungeons of my dark times.
The memories of my past, the shadow cast,
Is longer than what were the crimes.
I try make believe, I strive and I heave,
I have nothing more to loose.
It's the time ahead, need my head,
Otherwise it's unwise to even choose.
The rainbow is drawn, the colors from it shorn,
There's just a dull gray twilight mist.
There's that feeling in me, I can't breathe free,
I hit the void hard with my fist.
P2089 Undying bones
You shouldn't run from death, bad for health,
I'll take you anyways always.
The more you fret, easier it is to set,
Many a myriad ways.
Plus it's not too far, the door ajar,
You'll not even notice you're dead.
It's the fear in you, that fucks the screws,
Loose in your harried head.
Plus there's no hell, that shit I sell,
Just to fuck with your mind.
The pleasure of not being, remember always,
Is better than the living kind.
So have no fear, if your death is near,
It's just infeasible not to die.
Unless of course you're me, then really,
Undying bones, hostile, humorless and dry.
P2088 I run for fun
I run for fun, under the placid sun,
My balls bouncing bravely to and fro.
The lands are small, only seven in all,
On all I have fucked one ho.
I've eaten the meat, taken a seat,
On animals of various kind.
The pulp I like, the juices when ripe,
I separate the flesh from the rind.
The gods love me, I pray for free,
Membership given to holy tribes.
The life I spend, no foe nor friend,
I emanate various vibrant vibes.
P2087 I stoop to poop
I stoop to poop, jump through hoops,
Constipation is really bad.
A while back I also had piles,
At least now I'm much less sad.
This god I pray, says to me one day,
His shit he shoots like snot.
I tried to do the same, an effort quite lame,
Now I think he's a lying bigot.
Once my shit is shot, I'll drink my piss hot,
That always soothes a harried mind.
Deep down, brown feces frown,
Not at all happy in the bind.
What's more, my asshole is sore,
The shit's hanging halfway out.
Don't know what to do, maybe voodoo,
An african god with major clout.
When I grow old, I'll sell my shit as gold,
It's getting that color I've noticed.
Or maybe I'll go insane, break window panes,
Stand in a corner always pissed.
P2085 I talk to my cat
I talk to my cat, I like that,
I feed him leftover hotel fish.
We live together, much better,
Than with any human I could wish.
And he talks a lot, just cat thoughts,
He has many he tells me.
I listen to them, they're all the same,
Meow meow meow in three.
Salmon and prawns, and then he yawns,
He likes to sleep quite a bit.
Then he goes out, swagger and clout,
In the shade he likes to shit.
His life is good, he has plenty of food,
He's going to die happy and fat.
Don't know about me, mine is sort of scary,
I'll die a pauper without a hat.
P2084 I have jaundice
I have jaundice, skin color piss my miss,
And I eat boogers for breakfast.
It's just how I roll, no real control,
It's called pica in our caste outcast.
Storms loom, choppy waters ahead,
Alas my shit size will, any boat capsize.
But I don't want to shit outside, my pride,
You can say an ultimate prize.
Lo and behold, I am crusty old,
My teeth coming out of my jaw.
Who would know, where I go,
I'd never conquer what I saw.
I beg and borrow, mix shit with sorrow,
There isn't any joy left in a silent fart.
I wish I could wind the watch, kill a sasquatch,
Begin right again from the very start.
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.
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