P2267 I just realized...

You know what I just realized? Personality. That's the key, folks. Personality. It's all about cause and effect, and how we can play a role in the world. Now, I ain't saying we can change the world, but we can certainly have an impact on it. And the way to do that is through our personality.

See, it's all about control and confidence. If we can figure out who we are and what we stand for, we can start steering our lives in the direction we want to go. And the way we do that is through clarity, otherwise we risk getting our turds twisted. Clear communication is key, folks. It's the foundation of trust.

Trust is the invisible, underlying connection between human beings. It's not about relationship or familiarity. It's about who we are and how we project that onto the world. So let's work on our personalities, folks. Let's be clear and confident in who we are, and let's start making a real impact on the world.

And you know what's even more important than personality? Being genuine. That's right, folks. It's easy to put on a show and try to be someone we're not, but it's much harder to be genuine and authentic. And you know what? It's worth it. When we're genuine, we attract the right people into our lives. We build real, meaningful connections.

Now, I'm not saying it's easy. Being genuine takes work. It takes self-awareness and self-reflection. It takes the courage to be vulnerable and to show our true selves to the world. But it's worth it, folks. When we're genuine, we can truly be ourselves and that's when we shine like a polished shoe. 

But you know what's even more important than being genuine? Being kind. That's right, folks. Kindness is the cornerstone of any healthy society. It's the glue that holds us together. When we're kind to each other, we build stronger relationships and create a more positive environment for everyone. No one's special, we are all on this rock floating around a star, in a universe of trillions of galaxies. Just oozing that juice of kindness can really make a difference I tell you.

Now, I'm not saying it's easy to be kind all the time. Life can be tough, and sometimes it's hard to find the kindness within ourselves, especially when we're surrounded by assholes. But it's important to try. A small act of kindness can go a long way in making someone's day a little brighter.

And even more important than being kind is being compassionate. That's right, folks. There's a difference. Compassion is the ability to understand and share the feelings of others. It's about putting ourselves in someone else's shoes and trying to understand their perspective. And when we're compassionate, we're able to connect with others on a deeper level and build stronger relationships. You really need to feel someone else's kidney stone in your own kidneys, you know what I mean.

Now, again, I'd be daft to say it's easy to be compassionate all the time. We all have our own struggles and it can be difficult to find the capacity to be compassionate towards all the teeth and nail that comes at us. But it's important to try. When we're compassionate, we're able to build bridges and bring people together. A delirious honeymoon. 

But you know what fetches the prize? Being understanding. That's right, folks. Understanding is the practical ability to grasp the meaning, significance, or reason for something that could be hidden behind the ostentatious exteriors. It's about seeing things from different perspectives and trying to make sense of the world around us. And when we're understanding, we're able to connect with others on a deeper level and build stronger relationships.

It's really hard though. We all have our own biases and it can be difficult to see things from someone else's perspective. But it's important to try. When we're understanding, we're able to bridge the gap between people and bring them together on this joy ride. 

And there you have it, folks. Personality, authenticity, kindness, compassion, understanding. These are the building blocks of a happy, healthy life. But you know what trumps all of that? A good sense of humor. That's right, folks. If you can't laugh at yourself and the world around you, well, you're in for a tough ride. I realized this at the dentists' today.

So let's work on being funny, folks. Let's find the humor in every situation and spread a little joy wherever we go. And remember, trust is the foundation of all relationships. So let's build trust by being hilarious and making those around us laugh. I know you don't appreciate my use of words, but I'm a recovering potty mouth. 

Thanks for sticking with me through all that rambling, folks. I know it wasn't easy, but I appreciate you hanging in there. Anyway, I'll catch you all later. Maybe tomorrow, maybe sometime, somewhere else, in a public lavatory perhaps, or when we are museum displays. But I'm sure our paths will cross again. Until then, take care!

P2266 I pray to thee

I pray to thee, please help me,

I'm on the cliff of middle age.

Right I couldn't chew, now left too,

Teeth held with loose bandage. 

The clouds are right, my jaws held tight,

And I don't have a smile.

Crooked teeth and a permanent frown, 

I've walked almost a mile.

I fear that if, I fall from cliff,

I'm afraid of heights and dentists. 

What can you do, I don't know, 

Waiting on your appointment list.

P2265 The pain is bad

The pain is bad, I'm really sad,

I've just had too many speedfen. 

The powder has burned my gut,

The suffering is insane.

Happy the guy who has no teeth, 

Or the baby just born.

I'm living a nightmare now,

My emotions are torn.

The dentist will save my life,

I at least need a stronger med.

I'm lost in the middle east desert,

The mirage of cure in my head.

P2264

P2263 Meaning of life

Two strangers were having a heated conversation while sitting on a park bench. The topic of the meaning of life had come up, and one of the strangers mentioned that they thought the Multidimensional Cartesian coordinate system had something to do with it. The other stranger was skeptical and asked for more explanation.

Stranger 1: "I don't see how the Cartesian coordinate system has anything to do with the meaning of life. It's just a mathematical tool for mapping points in space."

Stranger 2: "But don't you see that the Cartesian coordinate system is a metaphor for how we approach life? We assign value to different points and try to plot a course through the world in a logical, systematic way."

Stranger 1: "I guess I can see that, but I don't think it's the only way to understand the meaning of life. There are many different philosophies and approaches to finding meaning and purpose."

Stranger 2: "Yes, of course. But the Cartesian coordinate system represents a way of thinking that values reason and logic above all else. It's a way of viewing the world that emphasizes order and structure. Everything meaningful can be given a value in a range and mapped to a dimension. "

Stranger 1: "I understand what you're saying, but I don't think those things are necessarily more important than things like emotion, intuition, and spirituality. The meaning of life can't be reduced to a simple equation."

Stranger 2: "I agree that there are many facets to the meaning of life, and that it can't be reduced to one simple explanation. But I do think that the Cartesian coordinate system can offer a helpful framework for thinking about how we approach life and make decisions. I mean when we think everyone living in a vector space of N dimensions, it does make the problem a little tractable. "

Stranger 1: "I see what you're saying now. The Cartesian coordinate system can definitely be a useful way of thinking about the world, but it's not the only way. There are many different ways to find meaning and purpose in life."

Stranger 2: "Exactly, as long as we figure out an orthogonal vector space,  it doesn't matter what we call it, because we can't intuitively visualize anything with more than three dimension. It's important to remember that the meaning of life is a personal and subjective thing, and what works for one person may not work for another. We each have to find our own path and figure out what gives our lives meaning and purpose."

Stranger 1: "Yeah, you're right. It's all about discovering the frameworks to assign values. My scale is as arbitrary as yours, unless there's some agreement on how to normalize them. What makes us happy and fulfilled and pursuing those things with passion and purpose boils down to various distributions in that vector space. "

Stranger 2: "Exactly. And I think that's something we can all strive for, no matter what framework we use to approach life. May be that's what the next generation of humans will evolve into, a chimera of biological vectors, that float in some computing framework. "

P2262 I lost weight

I lost weight I feel great,

I'm no longer with the corrupt. 

Now I hang out with do-gooder crowd, 

Watch volcanoes erupt. 

My MBA isn't serving well,

I can't understand the fancy babble.

Esoteric charlatans have coined words,

That's turning wealth into rubble.

I was diabetic and fat, you know that, 

My shit didn't smell divine. 

Adulterous food led to disastrous moods,

I always felt asinine. 

I know I'm fiction but the people think I'm real,

I'm as real as Santa Claus, I attest.

I don't get it though, the poverty I see,

The money spent on god goes to waste.

But I have no real strength, at length, 

I'm a fantasy in the pockets of power. 

I do wish that someone would start,

To count my remaining hour.

P2261 Well I'm drunk

Well I'm drunk and I'm poor,

A merry fucking christmas I say.

I'm sorry you've to see me still, 

Annoying my presence on a festive day.

But what can I do, death doesn't come,

I know I'm a shit stain. 

All I do is borrow and beg,

Curled up in all sorts of pain.

My family kicked me out, I doubt, 

You really at all care.

The christmas trees have flashing lights, 

But kindness is really rare.

But thanks a lot, I have not,

Given up on life you know.

If my time draws to a close today,

I want to be buried in this christmas snow.

P2260

P2259

P2258 I'm the agave worm,

I'm the agave worm, I mean no harm,

You can put me in mescal or tequila. 

I don't feel lonely during festivities, 

When I slide past your uvula. 

When I'm being digested in acid, 

I think I'm blessed not fucked. 

The gods are good, I am food,

A good reason I was plucked. 

Christmas is holy as hell,

I hope you're not in a pit.

After a few days in your shit I stay,

As undigested parts and bit.

Humans and their fiction, a story I tell,

When I reach the insect hell. 

We discuss how benevolent the sapiens. 

It's a satirical show and tell.

P2257 I eat this hill

I eat this hill, just like a pill,

I have no regard for the fucks shit filled.

The digestive juices will dissolve their angst, 

In my stomach they're killed.

Hill station it was, now degenerate spas,

Where they overcharge your stay.

The hotels are disgusting, 

Beds are available only with cum spray. 

Plus they stir tea with their toes, 

I've seen them shit in the soup.

Once I came back from the trip,

It took me months to recoup. 

P2256 This arrow

This arrow cannot kill even a sparrow, 

I'm shit faced again.

I need to hunt and feed the cunt,

Or she's going to ensure my pain.

I'm a henpecked husband, a rubber band, 

She stretches me till I snap.

My life is criticized, my shit sized, 

If I forget the toilet flap.

Brainless prat, and very fat,

She's as ferocious as bloody Mary's aunt. 

I might be burnt on a stake, 

She has put a padlock on her cunt.

The gods told me, when you pee with your wee,

Just shake the snake twice. 

I do that to masturbate in bath,

I finger my asshole thrice. 

Intimidated and all, my dick shrinks so small,

That sometimes it's just balls and hair. 

I can't keep a mistress, no money,

Fuck dead heads in the morgue that stare.

Life is shit, yes that's it,

There's no love or married bliss.

My sex life is just about horrible, 

Forget when I last had a kiss from a miss. 

P2255 I am a dick face

I am a dick face, always out of place,

Don't really know what to really do.

It's a story long, from my yap this schlong, 

It suddenly happened after the covid flu.

My opinions are strong, they come out wrong,

I'm not at all a dick head though. 

I use pages of books, clean crevices and nook,

I polish my asshole to a glow.

I feel full of joy, I buy sex toy,

And try to put them in people's ass.

They lack a sense of fun, and run,

I'm left standing looking crass.

With despair I grunt, need a face with cunt,

Compatibility is the key to life.

Otherwise it's vain, you're living in pain,

Like your ass is on a knife.

P2254 I hate your face

I hate your face, you're a fucking disgrace, 

I told you, you need to lie.

Honesty is dead, get it in your head.

I hope you just fall down and die.

It was in heaven, on day seven,

When god was taking a shit.

It was from a turd of his,

Came your race of atheist misfits. 

Laws have no role, hairs on my asshole, 

I just don't give a bloody fuck.

All you had to do was lick his shoe,

And quietly his dick suck.

If you want to live, your ass you must give,

Let them fuck and fist a gape.

This isn't optional you thick skull,

And there's no easy escape. 

You're no good, a penniless dude,

Who has his head buried in a moral ass.

You're on the list, open your mouth for shit.

Self immolate on inflammable gas.

Get out of sight, a wretched blight,

I don't want to see you here.

Run as fast as you can, consider canned,

Live in squalor of perfection somewhere. 

P2253

P2252 The letter of my life

The letter of my life, full of strife, 

This house has ghosts in it.

I am afraid of shadows, and black crows, 

Sudden sounds make me shit.

After I die, I will try,

To be a good ghost. 

But I'll prank little kids,

Their scared faces on ghost media post.

A whisper shrill, wants to kill,

On a draft of air spread. 

Almost like a face watching me,

That wants to eat my head.

But I write on, my clarity gone,

The words are blurry and spare.

I feel I'm not alone, 

The flickering shadows cast a scare.

What god needs ghosts to do,

I never really understood. 

Of all the things that drives me mad,

Ghosts spoil my mood.

P2251 I bought a gun

I bought a gun, now they are on the run,

Cowardly assholes are afraid. 

In the fly universe I alone own a gun,

The rest only shit on bread. 

I'm planning to go to college, 

And pick up a degree course or two.

It may be wild to think things through, 

When you're a shit fly in the loo.

But I'm now part time in the shit business, 

It ain't at all my style. 

Humans have shit in their head.

That's my dissertation on file. 

But I still fly from turd to turd,

Occasionally floating on a diarrhea lake.

I like to look up their assholes, 

On vomit I always claim my stake.

This fight is my right, 

I may win a mound of fetid puke and piss.

What's more the guy is dying, 

Finally I may marry a miss.

P2250 To shit like a cow

To shit like a cow, I bend somehow,

And hire pissy avian fucks.

My only treasure, my red underwear, 

My life totally sucks.

But my shit is firm, the birds confirm,

Their life is all screwed up.

As employees they have my fart to breathe, 

They drink my piss from a cup.

Not a shit too late, my shit fate,

Defecation is my only escape. 

I dreamt I'd be superman,

But now a fat ass-gape.

Wipe that derisive grin, it's sin,

How dare you make fun of me.

Gods would know, can't afford a ho,

I prefer to call my piss, tea.

At least I feed my pet, until fat and set,

For a dinner with a miss friend. 

We talk about extinction then eat the birds,

That's how these stories end.

P2249 Navigating a Dishonest World

 

Man, it's tough out there in this crooked world, especially because I'm such a stickler for the straight. I am forthright, outspoken and defiant, incredibly unpopular and unpleasant features today. But I've come up with a few tricks of my own to make it a little easier to navigate this maze and stay intact. These aren't simple recipes, and I know that. Follow at your own risk. You might get ostracized, and end up as a reclusive retarded no-good depressed gent. I can't take any pride in these, and I've prefaced them with "I try", because sometimes the remedial conversations or comebacks often are tardy or quite removed from the word choices that I can make when I have cooled down to room temperature. 

I try to stay true to my values. No one can make me compromise my beliefs, even if it would be easier to give in. That way, I can keep my self-respect from dropping too low. Although I get ass fucked as far as the opportunities go.

I try to set boundaries: if something doesn't feel right or doesn't match up with my values, I say fuck NO. in big capital letters. That way, I can sort of guard my dignity from leaking out. I brood endlessly over the matter and the characters in my mind become sworn enemies. 

I try to communicate openly and honestly. I try to be upfront with the unreasonable, even if I think they might not be giving me the whole scoop. That way, we can build trust and have a more genuine vibe going forward. More ass fucking from backstabbing bastards.

I fail, but I try to surround myself with honest people. I try to hang out with people who value honesty, or at least don’t think it's a character flaw. That way, I can create a supportive environment where honesty is not aberrant. As I said I fail. I mostly find myself in a chain of blame and in shit hurling festivals and leave with injured self-esteem and acrimony. 

I try to practice self-awareness: I try to pay attention to my own thoughts, feelings, and actions. If I catch myself thinking about doing something shady, I try to think about the possible consequences and make a better choice, or just stop where I am. This also means being aware of my own biases and trying to make fair and objective decisions. This is similar to masturbation in that the outcomes aren't persistent. The joy of relief is transient and is often followed by a permanent frown and depressive refractory period. 

I try to be aware of the biases that dishonest people use to trick or manipulate others. Some common ones are confirmation bias, anchoring bias, social proof, authority bias, and scarcity bias. I try to watch out for these, so I can make better decisions and prevent getting deceived. But I fall for them nonetheless, when I'm not alert. People are cunning. They know when to fuck with you. Usually they choose an appropriate point of desperation. 

It's not at all easy to stand up for my values, especially when most people around me don't share them. They think I'm a disturbing black-and-white photograph, embarrassingly anachronistic, and want me to leave in a hurry. As if they are looking at pornography in public. 

But I believe for my sanity, it's more important to stay true to myself than to be popular. Even if it means going against the rabid grain or speaking up for what I believe in, I know that honesty is more important in the long run. It can have a big impact on my relationships and reputation, ones that matter, while popularity is often extremely fleeting. So, I try to make choices that align with my values, even if it means being inflexible. Or unpopular sometimes. Or weird. But I'm okay with those labels. I can't deny that I'm fucked up. 

P2248 Eat, piss and shit

I'm the force that has run his course, 

All I can do now is eat, shit and piss.

Honest people in this world turbo fucked,

Matter really boils down to this.

Just a food to shit pipe,

A big fucking mouth and an obstructive asshole.

People just want to get on with their fake shit,

Villainy is now my role.

I am fucked because I can't

Ever say what I don't want to say.

I try to swim away from pretense and haze,

Into the dusk of the day.

I'm better off in the dark and mute,

Can't be offensive then.

The envelope of stealth is of health, 

Gives me a mental frame.

Ostracized and rejected I live where I can,

No one wants me, and me too.

They want asinine people who lick anuses, 

And that I just cannot do.

Fuck this world, as unfurled, 

The moral squalor I see.

The animal in me wants to hide,

And hidden it will be.

P2247 Sausages from my ass

Sausages from my ass, fluffy with gas,

Are my pride and joy.

Sometimes they are hard, 

I mould for my boy a toy.

As a sage of this age,

My shit is always plump. 

I am quite good-looking, 

Especially the hole in my rump 

I keep versions of shit, with git,

You can check them online. 

Guthub or Shithub in my case,

There I am online all the time.

Turds on the carpet, clearly perfect, 

Hallelujah for god I rejoice. 

You can tell I'm cooing sweetly, 

I have a sweet voice. 

The divine slime, free all the time,

That comes out during flu. 

I use it as jelly on bread, 

The smell is awful but true.

Truth is more interesting I think,

Far removed from contrived shit.

It's really strange that people, 

Think their fiction the best bit.

We are all really dumb same, 

Just a fucking ape.

Throwing shit at each other, 

Murder, bullshit and rape.

The doomed attempts at generosity, 

Are fucked and bleeding still. 

Humanity cavorting with what is awful, 

That's what they did, and still will.

And that's the reason I eat my shit,

To show it can be done.

What else can I do,

If people stop having fun.

This merry fucking year, oh dear,

I will enjoy the flashbacks of twenty two.

Mainly in a shit stall masturbating,

Wondering where I am or who.

P2246 I paste this pest

I paste this pest to the bulb for test,

Trying to find a voltage to fry.

It reminds me of me, so sad,

It almost makes me cry.

But this is what we need to do,

Take one step at a time. 

The bulb like the earth today,

We're given a very hot lime.

And the lime is getting further hot,

As we started to get clever. 

Now all that progress is biting us back,

To oil and coal we should've said never.

Too late like this guy, so sad,

The temperature knob is not in control. 

A boiling pot this air will be hot,

Prepare for the civilization to fall.

A lot to loose there's no fuse,

Hotter and hotter for this pest.

Half the land will be desert, for us,

And underwater the rest. 

The crops will fail the farmers wail,

An end to all commerce and trade.

Nothing to make, market or sell, pure hell,

It will cut like a fillet blade.

Will regress to rats, or single cell,

And wait for the sun to grow.

The sun will eat the planet,

All a thermodynamic flow.

Then the heat death, a cold set,

When the atoms can't move anymore.

Nothing will stir, or confer,

It will be dead like before. 

P2245 The water is clear

The water is clear, I have no fear,

I am the king of this tranquil pond.

I do as I please, with nary a care,

Feasting daily on fish and frond.

I know not of the land beyond,

My Latin name, a mystery to me.

But within these waters, I'm familiar, 

But my fame, a mere façade, you see.

And fame is fleeting, a fleeting breeze

I am more than a mere fish, I say.

I hold knowledge close, like cipher keys, 

Guarding them each and every day.

The pond is cool, the fish are fools,

I need but open my lips, they come.

Like magnets drawn, they break spools,

No waiters, no waiting, and no sum.

I gaze deep into the depths of this pond,

A sense of sick unease begins to stir.

I know not what lies in the waters beyond,

But death is coming, it's not far.

P2244 We are dead

We are dead, all talking heads,

Not suicide, but genocide, I can't hide. 

They fucked us before the kill,

It's profitable they said on the side. 

We got blindsided by our kin,

They sold us to the butcher brothers. 

It's not what you're looking in life,

A scaffolding of rotting furs.

But our spirit lives on, and on,

And we smoke some pot.

It helps us quell the storm within, 

Otherwise the head gets hot.

P2243 Sweet your dog

Oh dear lady, how sweet your dog,

How bright your face in the gentle fog. 

Glittering in the morning light, like a gem, 

A vision of loveliness, frill and hem.

Your lips, red and full of thoughts, 

Your eyes, deep and sparkling spots. 

Your voice, like a string tuned to my mind,

 Imagined touch, fears I leave behind.

But though my love for you is true, 

And bright like the sky so blue. 

I know that I am but a wandering thought, 

Unworthy of notice, only a glance I got.

So I must bid you bye, feeling sad,

And find a way to not go mad.

Of loving one so close, yet far.

In my dreams together we are.

P2242

P2241

P2240

P2239 I don't know where I go

I'm very slow, I don't know where I go,

My ass is wet with diarrhea.

I'm a perfumed man they say,

From piss the smell of ammonia.

My farts smell bad, the experience I've had,

And my shit the color of coal.

My hands shake, it helps with my snake, 

Masturbation is now my only goal. 

I think I'm crusty, fragile, old, and rusty,

Furthermore I forget my full name.

I guess it's the food that is not good,

Poverty always gets the residual blame. 

Where does this path go, I don't know, 

I wandered outside on ambien.

This sleeping pill, makes me chill,

Euphoric and literally quite insane.

It's better when I go mad, can't remember I'm sad,

And my troubles fall from thoughts. 

I feel less stressed, perceptions not dressed, 

In lurid colors of my past coordinate dots.

I feel like a spent match, no miss I can catch,

It's all down to raw economics.

I walk down the street, memories of many feet,

But I know the past never sticks.

Now I don't see the sun, hope its having fun,

Blazing near the horizon really red.

My life wasn't fun, just ordinarily spun,

Spool of poverty, misery and dread.

The bipolar strikes me down,

Either up or a depressing low.

It makes me want to gamble and fuck,

I fractured my hip fucking a ho.

The world has changed a lot, online I buy pot,

And get my dates from the whore club.

God only knows, I worship assholes, 

His messengers in the worldly hub.

P2238 After you boy

After you boy, your toy will bring me joy,

Our god is into omnipotent teddy bears. 

He alone knows, how women are all whores,

Little boys bring his holiness to tears.

Last time I fucked a toy, wasn't immediate joy,

I got cut by the plastic really bad.

But then I liked the itch, better than a bitch,

The sight of dolls now make me sad.

Holy cow is good, food leads to good mood,

Tryptophan prevents shit from hitting the fan.

Climax you must, finally you're dust,

The fucking afterlife fashioned for the bed pan.

Too pious for love, to fist I use a glove,

These days the police look for genes.

But I worry a lot, if they realized or not,

That it's divine wish in vicarious schemes.

On the legality I poot, human laws are moot, 

Doesn't a kid enjoy a preemptive hell?

If I am consigned to jail, I will not fail, 

To tell on the system to the devil in detail. 

No dearth of little puckered holes,

Where there's will you can't stand in the way. 

I claim your teddy has none,

But today he certainly may.

The holy sense in innocent nonsense, 

Helpful in a myriad make.

Plus a mustache faint for a budding saint, 

Is as irresistible as a talking snake.

It's a sin to stop god or his hired sod,

You get listed under local retributive bits.

Religion from hello to hell, any boy can tell,

Just takes a few middle-aged minutes.

The law usually on our side, I must confide, 

Sometimes a tad on the expensive side.

But on god's holy cum, you are very welcome, 

You can't your pretty boy hide.

P2238

P2237 Look son

Look son, that's the sun, an orange bun,

And it's going to fuck us one day.

Our species will have long been dead,

7.5 billion years I would say.

As a red giant it would do what giants do,

Fuck the planet in its ass.

After a while everyone and everything, 

Will just become heated gas.

But don't worry we are safe,

Our brief lifetime is quite secure. 

In fact dedicate your life to screwing the planet,

Because it's fate is a gaseous whore.

Don't be just or foster an egalitarian clan,

Then people will make fun of you.

They'll shit inside your mouth. 

Call you a loser with a loose screw.

Privileged becomes the incompetent, 

When they fuck with people's mind. 

They beat their breast, amplify and attest, 

Every lie they can easily find.

Really a rough ride, I confide, 

Make sure your asshole is greased. 

Until you're an adult you'll get fucked, 

Make sure the violators are pleased. 

Be totally a con fucking man as an adult, 

Get cultural conviction like the gods. 

You can fuck the world in any hole you want,

Rogues rape with rusty rods.

Swing your dick and sprinkle your piss,

Sell junky ideas and janky shit.

The dumbass laity will kiss your balls,

Get fucked voluntarily till they can't sit.

Make sure you lie to the opposite sex,

They only ever fall for that.

They like trashy skin deep shit,

And a bejeweled fucking fake hat.

Just be a piece of shit, a complete asshole, 

Blame others for any of your fault. 

Otherwise you'll serve hand and foot,

Forever on broken glass and salt.

Make bullshit and scam, your bread and jam,

The world then a dog at your feet.

If you're honest, you're ass fucked, 

Burnt alive, upside down, clamps on your teat.

Take my word for it, it's really shit,

We are another fucked up species.

Not unique in being unique, 

And won't be known for its feces.

P2236 I'm a middle aged gent

I'm a middle aged gent, my mind is bent,

Fucked up is a better way to describe it.

Depressed all the time, mind full of rhymes, 

About societal atrocities and shit.

Between starvation and obscurity, both shitty,

I find time to reflect and write. 

It's really inscrutable the art, the fart,

But the sphincter dance isn't trite.

Between the inner and outer asshole, 

Lives my wriggling index digit.

Bootstrapping on the rich nerve supply, 

It helps be relax a little bit.

Love is lost, now compost, 

On which the hate saplings grow.

Mistakes are a must in life, the strife,

Hesitant and pious the piss flow. 

Bengali by speech, english just stitched,

A second language as it's known. 

But the words are free, 

Ideas agnostic of the language sown.

I'm sorry I'm mad, and I am sad,

I squandered all the early gains.

Couldn't tell a friend from a fiend, 

Now my life, just indelible shit stains. 

Plus my shit in a knot, logs in a pot,

They are smelly as the worst thing ever.

Sometimes after I shit, I promise,

There will be no next time, never.

My piss is yellow, a color I like,

You can piss on a person when he's small. 

Kolkata is like a drain, it's piss rain,

You aim at the leaders on the wall.

This democratic piss, made a stylish miss,

I once knew, indeed very mad.

But now near fifty, medicated and shifty, 

My dick like a saint is sad.

My soul has holes, a perforated asshole, 

I can't wait to die.

Have to make room, people born like shrooms,

No room on land, you can only fly.