P2126 I drink and drink

I drink and drink, don't think,

Thinking is a thankless thing.

What is passé, has my sympathies, 

But nothing more I can spring. 

I go where no one goes, the many foes,

Want me cold and dead.

To make amends, or win friends,

I always party in my head. 

A three-headed idiot I am now,

Or I could be something different. 

The liquor's grains write the rhymes, 

Why I am an ordinary gent. 

And I talk too much, I lurch,

I toddle and as I said, can barely think. 

The women that find me interesting,

Later disown their own fancy kink.

The party is young, and I am getting old,

Everything is short-term, crusty poor me.

What a tragedy when everyone's fresh, 

Is that not a fretful travesty?

P2125 I eat the flies in my eyes

I eat the flies in my eyes, 

They are really yummy I think. 

Better than the taste of shit paste,

That always used to stink. 

But being a foodie, I love my shit,

I understand that's not crazy.

But what is bad, and I become sad,

When my shit ferments lazy. 

I shit on complexity, I like simplicity, 

The lines are black and bold.

In my mind the rhymes dull the crimes,

That everyday I'm forced to behold. 

Then I piss on it, and cover it,

And it becomes a manure plot.

On it I grow cabbage and lettuce, 

I love sandwiches a lot.

I give my miss, complexity soaked in piss,

She sucks it in with a straw.

How we laugh, then hooping cough,

Our love always vermin raw.

P2124 My body dysmorphia is bad

My body dysmorphia is bad, I'm going mad,

My tongue looks like a penis I fear.

What's that monster in my asshole, a soul, 

With a hand to box my ear.

I am a cripple, in all sorts of hell,

Why does my shit always hit the fan.

I'll stop shitting from now, any fucking how, 

Or always sit on the pooping can.

My hands like fin, my limbs thin, 

Don't know fingers from fucking toe. 

My balls are where my tonsils should be,

A pointer for a future ho.

What the fuck, how I suck, 

A pathetic life on the dole. 

If I was balanced on a leg, in a keg,

Of beer I'd drown the soul in my asshole.

P2123 Both hand goes

Both hand goes, through my nose,

I clap with joy and revelry. 

This is all I can do, stuck on a wall,

My suffering is my destiny. 

But I stay entertained, I paint,

In my mind a myriad workflow, 

If I had a penis, I could hire a miss,

She could suck my balls and blow. 

But nay, to my utter dismay, 

I'm missing a body part. 

But at least I don't eat and shit,

Or piss, now bless my heart. 

I don't go anywhere, just stare,

Into the abysmal doom and gloom.

When I want I take a trip, on my tongue, 

I gulp the growing mushroom.

P2122 This is my shit

This is my shit, anyone will vomit, 

The stench can get to your soul. 

It's so bad, so very very bad,

Even my fart doesn't smell as foul. 

Oh well, it's my shit, I'll eat it,

That or I could suck my fucking thumb.

Food no longer my thing, assholes are king,

I so wish I stayed illiterate and dumb.

And piss I try, Pepsi I can't buy,

That's really all recycling going on.

All you do nowadays to eat is kill,

And kiss moist assholes till dawn. 

Well I resist, naturally I eat shit,

There's nothing to comfort. 

I'm up against a wall of brick, very thick,

Made of egos of the egotistic sort.

P2121 Bending my head like this

Bending my head like this, I drink my piss,

Hallelujah bless my heart. 

Sometimes overwhelmed by the urine, 

I transpire an emotional fart. 

My farts are bad, they make people mad,

The stink sticks to everything. 

It becomes your body odor for life, 

You just happened to be passing. 

Well life's never fair, my fart scalded my hair,

Just next to my shit hole. 

It was after I had a red masala curry,

Meat marinated on hot coal. 

My shit's gourmet good, my bitch cooks as food,

Husband and mangy wife blessed we are.

The grotesque gods, unplug butt rods, 

Feed dung to the human whores there.

I lick my wife's ass, a puckered purple prolapse,

And it smells like a fresh morning rose.

I wait for her nocturnal vomit burps,

Like a stove it burns my eager nose.

My piss gets me happy, I feel so pretty, 

I vomit a lot on the hearth.

Then I wallow in the warmth of my waste,

And dream of a human after birth. 

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P2119 I show my tongue

I show my tongue it's a color of dung, 

The guards are all asleep.

I can only scare, and bite if caught unaware, 

There are many half dead in the heap.

It's really what I do, make people stew, 

But I cook my meat really rare. 

Nobody in the middle of the night, 

Should expect anything fair. 

You can scream and howl, a black owl,

Will be used as a vocal gag.

He does more in your throat, a coat

Of blood will be left on the rag.

You'll be in my freezer a lot, and the pot,

You'll simmer to a nice taste. 

You'll feel my teeth gnawing and tearing, 

Teasing the flesh into paste. 

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P2117 My life's shitty

My life's shitty, but want no pity, 

I'm okay to live on the street. 

One day success will bend its hip,

Too glad to touch my feet. 

It's all selfish reasons, mainly treasons,

That's driven morality to shit.

But I see no reason, my seasons,

Need to be a copy of it.

I share a rag, with a rat,

I sleep huddled near a bin.

Passengers to the station, ration,

An obligatory look of sin. 

I don't blame them, societal hem,

Always has outliers like me.

If only I don't starve, I can carve,

A future featured as free.

P2116 When I squeeze my balls

When I squeeze my balls, more cum falls,

I enjoy this quite a bit.

Other than masturbation, the only other passion,

Is to take a really big shit. 

I like it when a huge turd, trying very hard,

Breaks a wind and then my asshole. 

Several poems bleeds to me right then,

Then get flushed down the toilet hole. 

My life is simple and plain, like piss rain, 

I talk to my shit all the time.

My shit often tells me a tact, in fact,

That can fix any shitty rhyme.

My poems if read, with an empty head,

Will help move the bowels well.

And when you see your shit, smile a bit,

You know only truth I tell.

P2115 In a corner in pain

In a corner in pain, I scream in vain,

No one loves me.

A world of assholes, fucked up souls, 

I get ass raped for free.

I feel lonely and lost, a burden of cost, 

Forlorn the memories I look back.

Only in a book, when I look,

Sometimes I don't feel the cruel rack.

Everyone is opaque, most just plain fake,

I've lost trust in the prison walls.

The walls have ears, or maybe it's my fears, 

Not prepared to face the crowded halls.

P2114 A siren on a rock

A siren on a rock, naked without a frock, 

I see no sinews brave the waves for me.

I've lost half teeth and gum, waiting for cum,

But no Ulysses was caught free. 

My boobies are touching the waves,

I feel old and sort of like a whore. 

Singing my throat hoarse, so much life force, 

Went waiting for things written long before.

Fuck all old books, don't like how they look,

Even in pictures of libraries I detest.

May the gods fuck and fist themselves,

Last thing to see before I rest.

P2113 On my shit I piss

On my shit I piss, liked by many a miss,

They say I'm a funny guy.

I'm really sorry to hear that, I'm more a rat, 

Eat fermented food to get high.

But the world I find very stiff, many ifs,

Without a clear-cut exit. 

It's this reason why, I never look up high,

And just focus on my own ordinary shit.

My asshole is dear to me, the gods gave it free,

I always take very good care.

Today the shit was good, evacuated all the food,

Now I'll comb my pubic hair.

P2112 An assortment of meat

An assortment of meat, is all I eat,

The flavors get mixed inside. 

There's the price, gluttony a vice,

But that fact I always hide.

A sparkling drink, to a brimming brink,

I like the bubbles as they burst.

My mind wanders far, the door ajar,

My imagination gets drunk first. 

As I rest and digest, I hotly contest, 

In my mind the hardscrabble lot.

Privileged I sit, and below my feet, 

Empty battles are being fought. 

Who knows when, the common glen,

Will really see a commoner trot.

Their comfort depends on my discomfort, 

I'll lose everything I've got. 

P2111 I will throw my shit

I will throw my shit, let's face it,

I'm cornered like a rat.

Even my balls are exposed to the cruelty, 

No respect for my erstwhile hat.

I fling a turd far, it plops to the ground, 

I see the parabolic arc it took.

If only the enemy was in the trajectory, 

It would've made him a spook.

The smell I know is bad, really really bad,

Sort of in a nightmarish way.

Even my farts can kill a village, 

If nose not blocked with clay.

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P2109 Shut the fuck up

Shut the fuck up, or I sew it shut,

I carry a needle and thread. 

Or I can fuck your mouth, 

To push your larynx in your head.

Stupid person fuck, you must suck,

From tomorrow my limp lifeless dick.

If it throbs back to firm, I confirm, 

I pay you your due wages quick.

And day after I shit in your yap,

In one of those open mouth sessions. 

I will release a turd and a fart,

In one of your deepest confessions.

P2108 I climb upstairs

I climb upstairs it's full of snares, 

I say fuck you mister god. 

I know what you do up there,

I've seen the forked anal rod.

There's no sense, in a world nonsense, 

Dubious people are at the helm.

When people like me, in situations shitty, 

Live in their phlegmatic phlegm.

It's so bad, I get really sad,

Not much now I can do.

Who knows where, a miss will care,

Or I continue to fuck a shrew.

But I can walk, and cook I will,

Making sure the egg is nice and fried.

One day I'll surely look back and say,

I succeeded because I tried. 

P2107

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.

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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.

P2096

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.

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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. 

P2086

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.

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