P2594 I pierce its head
I pierce its head, then it's dead,
My lunch will be good.
It was a good decision to come here,
Disposable humans sold for food.
Yes, believe you me,
This chap was just rupee one, the cripple son.
The mother wanted to get rid of it,
But environmentally no harm done.
I like the chonky ones more,
The fat gives me a good night sleep.
I hate to keep them alive,
They either stink or weep.
Promised to fry a married couple,
To an eternal bliss they'd go.
They have some bullshit fiction cooked up,
Superstitious animals far too low.
My shit hasn't been regular,
Got to chew the bones a little more.
I heard children screaming once,
When I mouthed a score.
P2591 Fuck this sun
I say fuck this sun, much harm done,
My poo now diarrheal stew.
Plus I've been shitting all over,
My place is like a loo.
I usually keep myself to myself,
But this heat set my shit on fire.
The world hates me, I hate it back,
Nothing really here to admire.
Already my shit smells bad,
I've asserted proudly many a times.
I announce, now, it's disgusting enough to,
Discourage any machinery of crimes.
Erectile dysfunction a must, dick is bust,
Sad are the times that have been spun.
Even when I finger my asshole,
It's wet and no longer any fun.
Bloated like shit, I sit a misfit,
Fanning my farts with a fan.
The desultory electricity rapes your ass,
Loadshedding, bengalis dread that span.
The calender hindoo gods cackle,
Slipshod absconders in a row.
They start cavorting when the fan's back on,
Dancing holy tit shit, to and fro.
No rain, and so rainbow a pricey hoe,
Only in cards, otherwise rare.
The extra sweat stinks bad,
But elixir for the lice in my pubic hair.
Plus my pee and vomit are weird,
Like niagara fucking falls they run.
I think all my voluntary controls are burnt,
All thanks to this fucking sun.
P2587 Super holy my piss
Super holy my piss, if yellow like this,
It must make the sun god proud.
It may be a sign for a change in time,
Shit is being planned behind the cloud.
The humans are full of sin, o almighty kin,
Please fuck their assholes into a gape.
Fuck them in their talkative mouth,
Making sure there's no escape.
Holy hocus pocus in anal pus,
I focus on staying godly true.
Usually easy to notice us glib saints,
A velveteen smile painted like poo.
O surya, lord of sores, the cunts are all whores,
Personally insert a jackfruit in their cunt.
Also put a leash, connect the hair to it,
People dying, trying to meet their want.
In the holy land of hindoo, my poo,
O dear lord I hold it.
Magically connect my asshole to the leaders,
In the mouth of these nitwits, I want to shit.
Only on days holy and really slowly,
I plan to shit from now on.
Reserved are hallowed grounds,
Or the mouths of the festive con.
In this happy month of mango May, I say,
Fuck the fools who rule.
O sun god, show me a ray, I pray,
For you, I'm holding my stool.
P2585 Golden years
Golden years are overrated,
My cunt's larger than a cave.
The last fuck lost his dick in it,
Hard to find one that's brave.
I've put my ass on combo offers,
But loose turds spoil the mood.
And when I have diarrhea,
You may have understood.
Plus my boobs are spent,
They hang like cellophane.
No milk for the ones who suck,
Seriously what a shame.
I suck cock without my dentures,
Otherwise the customers get spooked.
That's really all I can do now,
To get food that's cooked.
My faith in god keeps me going,
Once in heaven I'll blow his cock.
I'll lick his balls and asshole,
Eat shit from his sock.
Gangbangs with goblins and fairies,
Triple penetrations with the devil-oh my!
Assortment of dicks waiting for me,
I can't wait to die.
P2568 I shit from my nose
I shit from my nose, I know it's gross,
But my asshole is stapled shut.
Actually it was leaking gas,
That burnt down my only shitty hut.
Yes, now that's all solved,
For the love of all that is holy.
From my nose I now shit,
I fart from my mouth very slowly.
Yes my social life would've bombed,
But since people think I'm into rats.
The traffic to my alley is less,
Except for strangers and stray cats.
The hairs in my nostrils,
Are stoically straight.
The smell from my asshole climbs up,
No significant miss in my fate.
But my pubic hair I proudly declare,
Is oily, thick, and curly, black.
The lice I grow is friendly and nice,
They come out, when I hit the sack.
My balls are extra plump, the scrotum glum,
I scratch my balls when I piss.
My dick is extra thick, like god's prick,
But too short to please most miss.
My cum is yum but according to some,
Watery and wanting in amount.
Milky but dreadfully inadequate for tea,
But it's my feelings that I hold paramount.
I totally enjoy a bubble bath,
During a total solar eclipse.
Otherwise with languor, dip my toe tip,
In the froth of fresh warm piss.
P2561 Labor's Day
On this day, the first of may,
I piss to celebrate with you.
You're my wage slave, I'm your master,
Formalities just a few.
Your labor on labor's day is well received,
Your dinner cooking in my gut.
On my way back the night falls,
I'll ship my shit to your hut.
There you can enjoy my turds,
In servitude but alone instead.
Or I can I come right by,
And shit on your silly head.
Show up on time tomorrow,
Or two hundred lashes on your balls.
That will teach you to hurry up,
When your master calls.
Don't ask for a raise or any praise,
I'm quick with my boot and poot.
Just do you goddamm job,
Or I'll aim my gun and shoot.
"Didn't keep my promise?
Do you think you're honorable enough?"
You're just a piece of shit,
Life that ought to be snuffed.
When asked to lie, you lie, or you die,
Capitalism has honesty hosed.
Next time you'll be buried all the way,
In a box with the lids closed.
P2560 Vermin
The vermins in my life look like this, leaking piss,
One look and you can tell they're from hell.
This country is wallowing in shit, conceit and deceit.
From great grace and grandeur it fell.
Just lecherous and avaricious goons,
Uneducated murderous religious fanatics.
Headless state run by proxy sewer worms,
The nation plundered and raped by rabid dicks.
An infestation of assholes unchecked,
All positions of power in serious handicap.
Media an ass licking buffoon,
That's good at farting bad rap.
A sky dark with cackling crows,
And carrion feeding vultures and other birds.
The thoroughfares of the city littered with crimes,
Vomit, piss and fresh turds.
Men like maggots live in festering wounds,
In dead tissue that's rotten to the core.
The society is a cancerous affliction,
Of elite pimps and whores.
P2556 Fuck the shrimps
Fuck the shrimps, mindless pimps,
I will lead a celebate life.
And to be prude I must be rude,
Slit the crabs with my knife.
A shoal of constipated fish fucks,
Swim by, the godless nitwits I hate.
Some have shit hanging as a string,
A god forsaken and fucked fate.
Full of tutelary god I become, no cum,
No licking genitals of any sort.
Prayers a must many times a day,
Festive farts shortened to a snort.
I must read books of many writers,
Knowledge sets my sail.
Squirting ink now out of question,
I bottle them for sale.
Can't enjoy shitting so much,
Must condense that time to a haste.
I've seen holy men defecate,
It's creamier than toothpaste.
The worms in my shit, I declare counterfeit,
And I pray to the power for a new group.
It may appear, if holy can hear,
Wiggling worms can be in a dance troupe.
Once my asshole is deemed holy,
I can charge for licking it.
For those with dedicated devotion,
For a sum, in their mouth I shit.
P2561 My god is a dick
My god is a dick, a decapitated prick,
Hairy and holy as hell I tell.
Matching the platform below,
The pious assholes ringing the bell.
People deranged or rather strange,
Gather around to praise.
The floating light taking flight,
Leads them to a hill on the raise.
On that holy hill, after a mind altering pill,
The scrotum descends dangling the dick.
Farts fill the air, nothing can be spared,
The pious drink god's poison piss until sick.
Wonky and weird, a holy pubic beard,
And an assortment of lecherous lice.
Children of tomorrow, filled with sorrow,
A smell of fresh feces is not very nice.
But no dearth of the dumb even for shit crumbs,
With promises of guarantee always loud.
The filth in the stealth not best for health,
Hilarious the prostrated ass-up crowd.
To assholes with cream it gives sermons in dreams,
Cryptic logic and flawed circular flow.
Easy to fool the drooling fools,
Or one's with metabolism slow.
Super holy plus god's festering pus,
Thick volumes written about it.
Joviality and cheer, bamboo in the rear,
The poor forced to chew shit.
Usually when no one's looking,
In private or in low light.
Specific instructions are handed down,
To start new animosities and fight.
Acrimonious and shrill, he promises to kill,
Anyone who dares anything else, to read or write.
To set an example he promptly shits,
In the mouth of the only man with sight.
Barnum statement, every alphabet a cent,
Your purse emptied like your head.
You stay on, god puts his schlong,
Fucks your asshole until you're dead.
P2559 My god is a cunt
My god is a cunt she gives me what I want,
When pussy is prophet, shit is all set.
My chore is to manage her whores,
Paint the world with a hate filled pallette.
Pubic hairball of public conceit,
Shit does stink, hoes and pimps.
Popular are rogues, cloaks and daggers in vogue,
A digital fiefdom in the glimpse.
Nothing I can't do empowered,
Religious bullshit is the reigning key.
The magic are tricks, mindfuck the heads thick,
They have eyes, but now, they cannot see.
In this land of holy, things are wholly,
Moving towards a system of vassals.
At the top a cunt or dick,
Below their army of subservient offals.
Cruelty is power, I use it every hour,
On the independent, creative, honest and the poor.
Spines must go, I turn them into jello,
Forced to trudge through a sludge of mindless manure.
You hit them on the head, with ideas that are dead,
Rinse and repeat, yelling all the while.
Scare them stiff, with curses in your riff,
Abuse the assholes and smile.
I just state and assert, followed by obnoxious farts,
Shit in their open mouth and repeat.
I eat lots of beans and eggs before the scene,
Where we feature such a feat.
Contradict and complain, be the omniscient pain,
Insert your dick into any open hole.
Subvert anything good, spray your shit on food,
Piss wherever there's a pole.
Wholly holy and with our rationale irrational,
We mould the gullible like dough.
Then in the seedy underbelly shit by deceit indoctrination,
You get your silly average joe.
All schools closed and holy hoary scriptures enforced,
Stifle their thought with vapid rote rot.
Only pray, do what we say they may,
Like dogs, an obedient and subservient lot.
Such is the state of things, control brings,
The laity under the rule of claw.
Now I go and shit, I must and that's it,
On unbelievers and cats my diarrhea raw.
P2557 Rapist rooster (soliloquy)
I fuck this foggy faggy chick with my soggy saggy dick,
I'll fuck her full of fucking eggs.
Then I'll go fuck her mom, sister and daughters,
In between omelette and wine red pegs.
This bitch, a disgusting whore, always wants more,
Likes a frenzied fanatic prick.
She then demands I piss in her mouth,
It reminds her of her daddy's gaslighting dick.
A family of avaricious parasitic birds,
Me, me, my, my, only take no give.
Love to see the breeder make kebab,
Right now this cunt my unwilling seeds I give.
The blunt cunt likes a stunt,
Like some yodeling tarzan cock.
I feel like an imbecile fucking holes this frill,
Before I leave, I'll shit in her sock.
My hardscrabble dick, is very very thick,
The premier fuck, my jizz premium honey.
There's no porn industry in the chicken coop,
I could have made helluva money.
I'm the rapist rooster known too well,
All goodly here I verily beget.
I've been fucking for generations now,
It's my cum, instead of cerelac, the babies get.
Only cunts from this fuck will live,
The dicks will be dead and gore.
I strangle the young roosters myself,
Life is a labyrinth and I am a whore.
On humans I spit, they're shifty and full of shit,
My salivary glands run dry.
Just selfish corrupt asinine assholes,
But so funny though, they make me cry.
At night I scratch my hairy balls,
And try to sleep, lately it's been hard.
Fucking these crazy asshole bitches,
Nightmares of a backstabbing bird.
I remind you, the mind is a vulgar thing,
It frets and skims on the skin of shit.
My last life as a philosopher's knife,
Ended in a fight over a cunt's tit.
Well, whatever, I need to get some sleep,
I'm also the fucking alarm clock.
The cross-eyed baldy breeder,
Sleeps late in his shitty pink frock.
The fowl god is dead, breeder made curry of his head,
His cock-a-doodle-doo curse did cock shit.
After that in the dinner next day,
Holy harem featured in "marinated masala tit."
It's odd, human god is an arthropod,
A hallucinatory horror whore.
I've seen the breeder earnestly pray,
Ends up paying through his ass and more.
That domesticated cow must be killed somehow,
That cud cunt thinks she's shitting a holy halcyon.
I was sleeping in the shed, she shit on my head,
Wallowing for my silly life, I was buried in her con.
There's also a crow I need to murder,
A cacophonous shit stain of a corvus stiff.
I want to pluck it's feathers one by one,
Find the source of his "ka fucking ka" riff.
Rationing up for an atomic bomb,
My dream to be my own suicide squad.
My mission to blow this coop up,
And the cocksucker breeder cum wad.
In the spate of hate, if blessed by fate,
A chain reaction will start.
Every thing flammable will light up,
Especially the leaders full of shit and fart.
I'll become a Boltzmann booger, party pooper,
I'll drift endlessly destroying something weird.
Then I won't get pissed by shit, get my tits in a fit,
All these pus filled zits would've disappeared.
P2556 Killed the killjoy
Killed the killjoy, as though a toy,
No one fucks with me.
Realized thought is reality,
Sometimes shitty if on my face you pee.
There's no dearth of ways to die,
I feel like I can do things anew.
Pain isn't necessarily bad,
When it relieves the shit stew.
Hope your afterlife is better,
And we don't cross path again.
Anything can happen as long as I sketch,
This may be the start of the pain.
I've closed my doors to all my floors,
No backstabbers or trojans.
Life is short, just me and my mind,
I don't trust these fucking humans.
Hope the aliens are on their way,
When they come I'll leave with them.
This beautiful rock getting shit faced,
The hemlock cock sapiens have no shame.
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