P2234 I sit on a mountain

I sit on a mountain, a knowledge fountain, 

I know my shit really well.

The tip of the peak is in my asshole, 

Uncomfortable as hell.

I'm a saint and I can paint, 

The world anyway I fucking want.

I mainly lie through my teeth, 

And fuck your lonely aunt. 

This orb is round, routinely I've found, 

It's better to breathe the higher air.

The people are fools, that's what is cool, 

I improve them beyond repair. 

Plus to impress the press,

I have a stuffed bird on my head.

Starbucks coffee and exercise needed,

Or else I'm fucking dead.

I ordered a halo, from a pharmacy fellow, 

Who sells prescription drugs. 

 He gave me a sack full of opium, 

He got a hug and my shit in many jugs.

I pretend to know all sorts of things,

People fall for lies.

I say it's the gods pissing on us,

That gives us rain from the skies. 

God of the gap in sing-song and rap,

I shit on unbeliever's face.

After I swear on my balls, 

They easily say yes yes.

Think of life, as a rusty old knife,

That someone has jammed up your ass.

A lot of discomfort and bloody farts,

Destiny bloated with gas.

Manipulation like copulation,

Needs a hole you can fuck.

Then you put a straw,

Fast expiring juices to suck.

I fuck the wives and daughters, 

Their men hold their holes open. 

I cum in their mouth, then I go south, 

To fuck a horny homosexual hen.

Try as you might, you can't fight, 

Irrationality is rooted in our mind.

Stern and taciturn, I affirm,

Bullshit of every kind.

I use barnum in the hymns I hum,

Memorized astrology notes. 

The prime minister eats my shit, 

Because I bring him easy votes. 

It's fun to fuck people's minds,

Especially with an invisible being. 

My bank balance is now like this peak,

I'm an all seeing everything. 

P2233 Software, oh software

 

Software, oh software

The ghost behind all the shit around us.

From the silly app on our phone

To the systems that make us cuss. 

You make our lives like diarrhea, 

efficient and irresponsibly quick.

You connect us to shitting girls, 

With just a single click.

You store our memories, 

Which is traumatic since we age.

And you help us find our way,

But imprison us in your cage.

But fuck, how fickle you can be,

One small bug brings shit to its knees.

Constant updating, fixing, and care

You ensure your hefty fees.

So here's to you, dear software

The unseen rapist of our world today.

We may not always understand,

But we are forever fucked I say.

P2232

P2231 I like human heads

I like human heads, bleeding red,

Especially freshly decapitated. 

Yummy is an understatement, 

Only after I've been fed.

This planet is infected with them,

I want to save it now.

Additionally I want to fuck their ass,

To understand the biology somehow. 

They believe in made up shit,

Superficial creatures I detest. 

Maybe after I'm done, the real fun,

Will be a human test.

Put them in a jar very tall,

And see what they do inside.

If they fight, I fuck their ass,

I really have nothing to hide.

I fuck their face, mount them sideways, 

Before I heat them up.

That way I can taste my cum, yum,

No need of sauce in a cup.

They are full of germs and harms,

A son of a bitch species. 

The infestation tends to grow back,

From their godawful feces.

Burn the fucks and their shit, yes that's it,

It's important to set your goals.

I've had enough of these motherfuckers, 

Proud and venomous souls. 

P2230 I shave my pubes

I shave my pubes, I empty my tubes,

I'm really a very modern man.

But I only do this, when I shave my face,

Or when lice irritate my inner caveman. 

Senses astute, I look very cute,

Always a clean shaven guy.

Sometimes I wear what in the older days,

Was called a butterfly tie.

Plus I enjoy a shave, when in my cave,

Or what we now call a house. 

Sometimes the creature in the cave,

Says she's my legal spouse. 

But I fuck around, the world is round, 

You just slide to where you want to go.

Or sometimes I smoke pot,

And vigorously move to and fro.

My asshole is rusty, it's metal now,

The shit goes into a black hole.

Now you really need to sniff hard,

To smell someone's asshole.

The gods are gone, they made the robots yawn,

With their obvious bullshit tricks. 

Now the trend is to believe in metals,

Beyond what's possible in physics. 

Fucking is hard, the metals stand in guard, 

A pussy is stored in a concentric ring.

You can't fuck an asshole because, 

Then you lose the entire thing.

Babies are born, in a genetic spawn,

They look all very much alike.

Just a matter of time in fact,

Before they become just an improbable spike.

I look at the past, the characters and cast,

People were so unhappy then.

Now to be unhappy is impossible, 

As impossible as a writing pen.

But my toes still itch, living with a bitch,

Fundamentally I'm still fucked the same.

My neurons are now in a short circuit,

An entirely different game.

P2229 Shit doth beset

When shit doth beset my fucked mind,

And all the toys of life seem far away,

I find myself adrift, suppressing a wind,

Unmoored in mire, with only "fuck" to say.

The hours stretch out like tentacles, dull days,

Each minute filled with pout and endless doubt.

I pace at any rate and curse my shitty fate,

That dropped me in feces, a dreary route.

But then I close my eyes and take a breath,

And find within myself the strength to slight.

Since the world may seem a thing of death,

A murderous idea burns really bright.

And so I rise and decide the day anew,

Determined to banish boredom for the dumb.

I find the first insect that happans to be,

And murder it with my eager thumb.

I clap in joy, I found my toy,

Henceforth murder is what I do.

Now a serial killer who has killed many,

I kill but never leave a clue.

P2228 I fail and fall

I fail and fall on nails very small,

My ass will now have many assholes. 

Serves me right to spend the night,

At a place unwelcome and foul.

I may break my bones, unpaid my loans, 

What will god say to me.

He might have devil fuck all my holes,

And send me to a shit filled eternity. 

Or maybe I'll live as a cripple on charity, a pity,

For a man of my mindset. 

And my balls will be squashed in the fall,

Before a miss can caress the set.

I think these thoughts made me shit, I smell it,

And I pissed my pants too.

But luckily another nightmare of falling, 

I'm in my bed wallowing in pee and poo.

P2227 I put drugs in my ass

I put drugs in my ass, I promise it's not crass,

Bypass the liver thanks to a book on my shelf 

You heard me right, often at night, 

Is when I crave to forget myself. 

The beast in me wants to feast on me,

I don't want to give in or die, a coward, not me.

I'll find the light at the end of the long nights,

Muddle through this inconsolable misery. 

I'm lonely and upset, I always fret,

About the things I want or find. 

Or more recently the things beyond my control, 

Are the thoughts carroming in my mind.

Obsessive thoughts intrusive as hell,

At night I'm an overdriven clown. 

That's when I need the pills in my ass,

To calm the shit fucking down.

It's not always easy, the drugs make me queasy, 

And I end up in a pool of filthy cast. 

Shit and piss, vomit and snot, 

I'm a piece of art from the past.

I don't know what to do, don't know I am who,

Neurosis is an understatement. 

My brain is full of words and pictures, 

I don't know which way my mind is bent.

The walls are all around, I've found, 

And high reaching the stars in the sky.

The stilts I need for an escape, 

Must gravity defy and fly.

But I'm not superman, I sit on a pan,

Stuffed with pills in my ass.

My life is shit, or whatever is left of it,

Is anhedonia, miasma and putrid gas.

The grass I smoke, the wine and moonshine, 

Does wonders within my throat. 

I feel at ease, I feel the breeze, 

Life becomes a honeymoon boat.

It doesn't last long, like ping pong,

The opposite mood leaps surreptitiously.

Down I sink in the hole, without a soul, 

Inside a destructive depressive me.

P2226

P2225

P2224

P2223 Mouth full of piss

Mouth full of piss, I piss like this,

Conversations are a bit hard.

Sometimes from it, I eject shit,

Turds that are usually like lard.

But don't judge from look, not a spook, 

Just a character that's a little odd.

Kind at heart, I pray with my farts,

The smell endorsed by my god. 

My personal god,  always gives his nod,

No matter what I decide to do.

Murder and rape, flying an escape,

Even a very wooly kind of voodoo. 

I eat with my ass, I suck food with gas,

It's contrary to how people are.

But I'm not from here, and far superior, 

I come from a star that is far.

P2222 I scream in pain

I scream in pain, my life vain, 

I know I'm nothing, not even close.

My eye on top, is a massive flop,

Precariously balanced on the nose.

But I see around me, and what I see,

Makes me sad in my brain.

And even though the brain's in a vat, 

I feel the angst, pressure and pain.

I fancy a world, petals unfurled, 

Where people are kind and just.

And I add, rushing perhaps, 

Character and integrity a must.

God of the gap, religious nofap, 

Aren't really the way to be.

Galaxies moving apart, we have to start,

To really understand what we see.

Simplistic answers in a world ever more not,

Is not what we can get.

The resolutions have to change, 

For human fate to properly set.

A fucked up soul, dark as coal,

Always a vulnerable spot.

Thick hairy dicks and ego pricks, 

Make my head silly hot.

It's a tool to be a fool, the spool,

Of lies are endlessly rotten.

I am only head, body went missing, 

Don't know really when.

Nobody thinks something bad,

 Is going to happen to them until it does.

Decapitated from the reality, 

I languish in a stupor and buzz.

Democratized vice, the wrong kind of spice,

Capitalism is a cruel knife.

I don't know, if the seeds I sow,

Will ever have a real life.

Yes my dear, these screams are of fear,

I don't trust my fellow men.

The sapiens in me is almost dead,

The ink's sad, sad is my pen.

A brain in a vat, I wear no hat,

I get fucked in the face you see.

Any opportunity it gets,

The world fucks my brain for free.

Treacherous the time, treasonous the crime,

Little can I do with my thought.

A hopeful future is all I can hope,

Hope is all I've got.

P2221

P2220 Cornered worm

Cornered worm, will still fight back harm,

Attempting violence is a crime. 

But the humans are swines, unrefined, 

Forcing their own extinction this time.

I can smell my fear, my heart beat I hear,

This isn't something I'm evolved to do.

Frankly dismayed, before I have said,

I may need to plan a true coup.

Why fight the weak, if I must speak,

Go after your own vicious kin.

Men against men, I prefer then,

They will have their walls caving in.

P2219 My dick is bent

My dick is bent, my patience spent, 

I pick up other people's shit.

The land is low, the shit I'll stow,

Where bacteria can find it.

Chained in plato's cave, shadows dancing rave,

Madness is a cute love affair.

Flickering lights, stampede and blights, 

Masquerading as what's really there. 

Airy fairy sometimes hairy scary,

It's just my strange point of view.

The ground beneath was always round,

But only a few people knew.

Sleepless the night, I wake up in fright, 

A janitor outside my home. 

Can't remember that I'm the king,

Of the castle I actually own.

Fuck my ass, help release the gas,

And the pent up feelings inside.

My mind is kind, but I often find,

A demon that needs to confide.

Happy the year, that will have no fear,

But homo hemlock is at it again.

War and shit, yes they very much like it,

Inflicting wanton unnecessary pain.

Bullshit is rife, I know that's life,

But I'm old fashioned enough. 

I can't melt, that explains the welt,

I huff and puff in this climate rough. 

Another year comes to a screeching end,

Not worth a duchenne smile.

I gape my ass, let the shit pass,

The smell makes me retch and rile.

There is a god in every pea and pod,

That shows our anthropomorphic taste.

We just see, what we want to see,

I've found a spirit in my shit paste.

Now, now, now blurts out the cow, 

I'm holy isn't it?

Well it depends where you are,

A god, meat or plain bullshit. 

P2218 Piece of shit

I'm a middle aged piece of shit, in mediocrity I flit,

Surrounded by assholes and morons.

Their vision of the world is deceitful and wrong,

Gray and woeful are my songs.

If a turd could be a bird, I know it's hard,

User manual is never included. 

Any escape wearing fancy cape,

Even if just inside my head.

Really hard to tell a tale, I often fail,

My life isn't entirely fun.

In keeping my yap shut, I stay in my hut,

Away from the arrogant condescension.

The less they know, the more they show,

Pests with pots of petty lies.

Don't know how long I'll live, or what I can give, 

For the wise, wise is a demise.

Sucker for some love, I ask them to wear a glove,

When friends drive a knife into me.

Risk I always take, the world's mostly fake,

I'm wallowing in a sea of shit and pee.

But plasma fusion is here, oil in fear,

Certainly the future could be bright. 

If only I can get out of this sewer, 

And be able to change the wrongs to right.

P2217

P2216 I have a phantom mouth

I have a phantom mouth, it's down south, 

It's always making faces at my dick.

Warning in gritting teeth, tongue underneath, 

That comes out often like a wick.

By the power of the whore, like before,

I'm disgruntled and frankly disappointed. 

Evolving into a freak, don't care for lucky streaks,

I get blood boiling red.

Why are you here, I ask in fear,

And it doesn't say anything at all.

At night I can't sleep, the mouth down deep,

Biting into the ball that's slightly small.

Curse of the holy cow, tasty anyhow, 

The reaction indifferent when I tell my foes.

Their label says friends, I know how it ends,

I drift in the adversarial throes.

P2215 My cat and I

My cat and I, we are both awkward and shy,

We're not good at conversations. 

Females we don't like, they always hike,

The price of stimulus masturbations. 

We hate bullshit and click-bait,

A bitch will always bait and switch. 

Our assholes are sensitive to emotions, 

On touch they'll happily twitch. 

Plus we both eat cat food, it's really good,

I buy a whole stack at petsmart. 

We both shit in a tray, during the day,

Our art is deprivation fart. 

Dogs don't like beans, sometimes very mean,

But we throw the world a dog bone.

Me and my cat with down syndrome and fat,

Wallow in the miseries we own.

Our god is good, of egyptian priesthood,

And dance naked with us always.

We play with god's balls, in bedroom and halls,

We pray not to have dull boring days.

Our bank balance zero, imaginary our hero,

Who'll come back to get crucified again.

Being broke is how a poor bloke,

Can justify his chain of existential pain.

P2214 I'm trying to steer

My hands may veer, but I'm trying to steer,

My life back on its tracks.

The problem is everything is imaginary, 

My brain runs on ice packs.

Depressed most of the time, 

I think happiness is just a fantasy. 

I don't like taking frequent baths, 

And always let my shit dry easy.

But I'm trying, I'm not giving up or dying, 

Until I reach where I ought to be.

I'm naked under the skin, flaws within, 

I know the winner is still me.

Just take my shit for what it is,

Really smells bad I know.

Sometimes I'm constipated, 

Diarrhea sometimes makes it flow.

Holy as hell, I like god's asshole smell,

The variety in food, it's all free. 

When chased by angry religious fanatics, 

I always climb the nearest tree.

I'm full of holes, but not an asshole, 

Usually computer sciencey my retorts. 

Used to masturbate for hours,

Thinking about binary insertion sorts. 

My boogers do stink, asshole pink,

If you adjust the colors a little bit.

My piss yellow and mood mellow,

Worms in my ass, very smelly armpit. 

My shit stain is always an ass pain,

I scrub hard with a nail polish remover.

The turds are moist and slimy, 

Rare ones I collect in a jar.

My piss is hot, I piss in a pot,

Then with vomit and snot ferment a drink.

I call it wine, people always whine,

So I just let them have a think.

Girls don't like me, they rarely smile,

It's always as if their shit doesn't smell.

I've checked it out for a fact in fact,

Their poop is gross, smells like hell.

Especially the prude, are silly and rude,

I put lice in their hair.

They fuck around with thick dicks,

My soggy noodle can only stare. 

Philosophy my forte, I must say,

I'm socratic when I mute my fart.

The pleasure I derive from scaring kids,

Sets me as a class truly apart. 

P2213 I think this cave

I think this cave is going to be my grave,

I'm scared those teeth are sharp.

My knife isn’t good, I'm a good dude,,

A sentence, in fear, I needlessly harp.

This shit is it, how I die is fit,

I walked into the cave of greed.

Fucked my ass, now bloated with gas,

From anxiety, not undigested bean or seed.

The earth will shake, when the monster is awake,

Gobble up anything he can eat.

Think about that, I'm not fat,

He'll not be happy with my meat.

Plus I need to take a shit, been holding it,

But should I shit in its mouth or in a cup?

My farts are smelly, in its belly, 

I'm sure there's vomit spewing up.

P2212

P2211 My mouth is shut

Assholes I can't lick, the smell makes me sick,

Cocks I don't suck, wanna fuck me.

I don't like to suck dick or drink cum thick,

I suffocate in a hostile piss sea.

Unpopular as ever, I always say never, 

But always get involved in a fray.

I'd rather stagnate as a poor loser,

Lead a socratic life, if I may.

Content as smartly mute, than coy or cute,

Reticent as a busy builder bee.

All the things I can do, build and create, I will, 

But not inside a pee fence of men pissy.

Homo hemlock needs to get its shit together, 

We're really all one kind.

If we let the pretend differences get away,

We're doing harm to the collective mind.

My mouth is shut, captive in my hut,

A reality far from where I should be.

But the fate of honesty is dire,

In the world of senseless fantasy. 

Too old to be sold, I catch easily a cold,

When left to fend near an inhospitable bend.

The cruel world of selfish souls, prescribes, 

Profitable but an unsustainable trend. 

Yes-men abound, easy to be found, 

Docile gaping holes with a begging pot. 

But a free-thinking provocateur, a pain,

And will make you grind your teeth a lot.

P2210 I'm getting old

I'm getting old, my story to be told,

My shit smells bad but I can't smell it.

The gods left me alone, no email or phone,

The gullible waste a fortune on religious shit.

There's no god, just the gap that's odd,

That randomness can emerge pretty.

The souls inside my asshole, their goal,

And everybody else's dreams all petty.

But how to tell those, that can't read prose,

Or understand the basic scientific facts.

I too get carried away in imaginary arrays, 

And matrices of untried exacts. 

Once married and harried, now self carried, 

I exist a recluse like a pest.

Sometimes the happiest yesterdays 

Lead to the tomorrows that are saddest.

The mind is a weird thing, from it can spring, 

Things that defy definitions.

Sorry to bore you all, you may scratch your balls,

Or your ass or fatty hairy buns.

The dreams I see, will blossom when I won't be,

But I annoy the crowd with my rants.

And just when they're praying I'd leave, 

I show them reality without any pants. 

I'm going off to sleep, in my mind I weep,

If only I could smell my shit some more.

My piss is pale and wicked stale, I fail,

To stay fit like the spring before.

P2209 The man is dead

The man is dead, I see only a head, 

The rest of the body is missing. 

Maybe from another dimension, 

Or a murder I'm not dismissing. 

If he had a dick, I could have it stick,

To my old cunt for joy.

But sorry to say only the nose,

Can be used in this ploy.

I can pretend, he's a desperate gent,

Who is into old lady cunts. 

I can't imagine in real life,

If an old hairy hole was in his wants.

Or I can shit on his head, when in my bed,

But the head is too heavy for my back.

I can't shit now, so I'll come back somehow, 

With turds in a jar or a gift pack.

P2208

P2207 Maybe as a fish

I'm sad that I'm going mad,

That my life is pile of shit. 

No one likes me, there's no love, 

I always stumble into a pit.

This pit I feel, has blades of steel, 

That are cutting into me slow.

How do I now, become whole somehow

I really do not know.

Then maybe a dream, or it would seem,

I am just smithereens or dust.

That would be the end, non-negotiable bend,

When my demise is certainly a must.

Trapped in fear, the whispers I hear,

Tell me the many ways to die.

I have no peace, in my head at least, 

I just breakdown and cry.

Maybe as a fish, an improbable wish,

I could stay in a stagnant pond. 

There I could hate and hide myself,

Not have anybody to respond.

The selfish self-assured circle closing in,

The smattering of overconfident thugs.

There's no escape, I have no spare cape,

And too much shit to sweep under the rugs.

The perception of deception can't be refuted, 

Like you never say you're blind when you can see.

The shadows are menacing and long,

I no longer know how to be.

P2206

P2205 I fight in fright

I fight in fright, whoever in sight,

I've lost everything and nothing more to lose,

Stand naked in the rain, and can't refrain, 

Until I medicate my overactive fuse.

Dick shit load from a sewer toad,

Is really how the world is.

I'm brave, but can't the world save, 

From their own shit and piss.

Seemingly learned, but poorly fed,

Superstitious people galore. 

I shake my head, naked in my bed,

Swearing invectives like a whore. 

This world I know, assholes and hos,

Pimps with pimples big and small.

I say to you, my hair stuck with glue,

I can win with my one functional ball.

This I fear, from what I hear,

Holy gods here with new assholes.

Through these holes many many souls,

Are being trained as vicious trolls. 

The fleas overseas are full of prejudice, 

But I can't do anything they're so small.

Plus insects I love, I always use a glove, 

To pick the lice that from my balls fall.

But if it's human, I'll jump in a fray,

And kick the molecules until they scatter. 

I stay awake at night, nightmares of fright,

Can't stop the inner chat of the pratter.

In the thoughts at the brink, the oddness I think,

May be an elixir of some fancy sort.

With my mind dissipated and weak,

I seek some stability and comfort.

And because I'm weird, I must be feared, 

As man against a supernatural whore.

In the future I see, a civilization from my pee,

And from my shit, more shit than before. 

P2204

P2203

P2202

P2201 What is this?

What is this? someone else's piss!

Why is he pissing on me?

Maybe he's a lost soul, or maybe an asshole, 

Or maybe he just cannot see!

Holy homosexual cow, madness somehow,

Has made him pursue this lane. 

Self inflicted crime, doesn't at all rhyme,

To his mother I will complain. 

But I like yellow, the color of his piss,

He should drink more water I think.

Wondering the kidney state, his final fate,

The spray is making me blink. 

I'm really weird, shouldn't I be spared,

What have I done to receive the urea rain?

Now the bacteria will break it down,

Releasing ammonia like a drain.

P2200

P2199

P2198 Huge-ass zit

I have a huge-ass zit, makes me feel like shit,

It's right there on my face.

My popularity in the school, for not looking cool,

Has hit the lowest available place. 

I now want to die, I will not want to lie,

The girl I like doesn't wanna talk.

In fact she sent a text, to a rapist out of state,

That she wanted him to stalk.

I don't know, I'm feeling very low,

People are fucking with my mind.

Between a rock and hard place, zit on my face,

I belong to the least sought after kind.

P2197 I dig my nose

I dig my nose, god only knows,

The treasures that hide in the deep.

If one kilo a set, a booger I don't get,

At night a grown-up man I weep.

The snot in the pot is all I've got,

It's like a mine that's only mine.

Even if my shit, smells like it,

At least I can say my booger is fine.

Hello the world whole, can you hear a troll,

Heckling me for writing about shit.

I reserve the right, to write at night, 

Pretty much anything that I fancy fit.

Fuck my stupid hole, I'm a lonely soul,

I comb my pubes pretty everyday. 

I don't know about you, everything is true,

Pick things from your ass and just say.

The prudes are always rude, 

Nothing can please the hopefuls. 

The invisible man in the cloud, shits and is loud,

When you remonstrate against his random rules.

Using my anal rod, I like to please my god,

Dedicated in repeating squiggles in the dark.

Then in the park, stark naked I walk, 

At unbelievers I always bark.