P1754 Cistern is stuck

Ohh fuck, my luck, the cistern is stuck, 

And I can't stop shitting. 

More and more, I'm a shit whore,

Didn't pay the plumber for the fitting. 

Good holy god, you're such a fraud, 

What a bad design: My asshole.

Now what do I do, I have to pee too,

The air is so thick and foul. 

Nobody should know, my shit smells so,

Where did I keep my perfume. 

Wipe my ass with hand, use a rubber-band,

Fuming in this putrid fume. 

Fuck my hairy pits and pinch my small tits,

I'm such an awesome man. 

Wallowing in my shit, I still think I am fit, 

I'll do exactly what a man can.

I'll wait and wait and wait, exactly at that rate,

The bacteria will break my shit down. 

The room spick and span, I have an exhaust fan,

Not ever suffer a needless frown. 

Eureka I scream, just a vacuum clean, 

I go call the fucking plumber. 

I pay his dough, shake my ass like a ho,

Badly need a shit free slumber.

P1753 Dead

I am dead, or so they said,

At least from what they could tell. 

But I tell you, mark it as true, 

I certainly would live on very well.

Not in the superstitious way, a ghost smoke gray,

Or as in a religious rebirth, 

But through you my friend, there's no end,

As part of this very old earth. 

From stars I came, to stars I would go,

The parts in a whirlwind whole. 

The infinite shuffle, all the violent scuffles, 

As part of the metaphorical soul.

The deeds of men, as a species that'll live,

Is just a blip on the cosmic scale. 

Entropy moves on from order, to disorder

Just another fossilized shale.

So I am dead, the flowers on my head, 

My nose blocked with cotton. 

The rituals are done, the fire is turned, 

I feel wistful and forlorn. 

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P1749 Crooks

I cannot tell you why you should not cry,

But know that I am now a ruinous spook. 

Oh look, oh look, just by this nook,

A country of larcenous crooks. 

Evil they are, their smiles leave a scar,

Their acid smells a bitter red.

I must tell, presage and foretell, 

Evil lives inside their head.

They lead with lies, their lies multiply, 

The common man suffers and dies.

They stand on a stage, in livid outrage, 

Pouring their acid in the skies.

You get stuck with their fucks, trucks full of mucks, 

That for a pittance vote the evil in.

It's an utter shame, dirty nested game,

Of all the things that are sin.

This country is dead, just get it in your head,

No cure to save it anywhere. 

It's just better to fly, or if you can die,

I am dead, now a ghost who lived here.

It's all dire, a rancid mire,

A mist hangs over the mourning fire.

The living are dead, in the blood they've bled,

There's a lingering indignant ire.

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P1743 Favorite goon...

I like money, pussy and honey, 

How wonderful this life.

Murder and rape, I have a legal cape, 

Never bothered by common strife.

I spend vacations in jail, imported whiskey in pail,

Sometimes it's just my lookalike.

My swiss bank will grow, want more and more,

I'll buy fiji to park my bike.

I'll do anything for dough, I implore, 

Some extra gold helps out.

I'll pull in some hours, ass-fuck cowards, 

Skin them like a common trout.

I cut throats, the strident votes, 

You'll never regret the hire,

Their ass I rape, kerosene in the gape,

Light the honesty on fire. 

Oo la la, I dance tra la la,

I masturbate while they scream and pout.

Love this job, admired by the mob, 

No democracy can live without. 

P1742 I water my plants

I water my plants, without my pants, 

I shit on the ground to make it rich.

I am all natural, my hairy balls,

Sometimes do very much itch.

It's all right, the fire I light, 

Show people how to live true.

They think I'm a kook, perverted crook,

All totally false I tell you.

Rattle them, you can from their prattle,

Realize how hollow they are.

Fools with big yap, their lives nightmarish crap,

I know they won't take the planet far.

I don't know, where all this will go, 

I can't change things as just me.

Homo fucking sapiens isn't home yet,

They have eyes, but still can't see.

Maybe five, maximum ten, this pretty glen,

Will have wilted in the heat.

Misanthropic I've got, murderous my thoughts, 

I blame the sapiens for this feat.

The planet will live on, and so will life,

This foolish critter's plans all foiled.

All the gods, lies and borders crowd in its ass,

As the summer simmers into a boil.

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P1736 Leader

Leader of this sphere, you know I shit here. 

What other qualifications would you need?

You the laity, condemned by history, 

From my asshole, shit crumbs feed.

I take your money as tax, then with it I axe,

All your fucking fundamental rights. 

No jobs, no roads, no education you whores, 

Instead of health you get tenured blights. 

Hope is a crime, that doesn't rhyme, 

With anything that I plan to do.

Everything I do, really never for you,

Blinded you from what's obviously true. 

You die of dengue, I am a VIP,

An elite who can't be bothered by you.

Understand where you stand, really it's all quicksand, 

Instability ensures privilege for us few.

My son in United States, your son full of hate, 

A thick-skulled nitwit, he fights for my bullshit.

I've palaces everywhere, money and golden hair,

While you live in shanty fucking shit.

Democracy is a snare, you come into my lair, 

That's a whole country I can devour.

Predator in the dark, also parasite that lark,

To fuck and bleed your blood every hour. 

My manipulations severe, ensure paucity here.

My subversive corruptions always work.

From tryst to tryst, your ass I fist,

On your silly head, heavy boot I park.

I call black white, call up the new down, 

What's there in a fucking definition. 

I redefine the words, my media feeds you turds, 

Rebels incarcerated for blasphemous fun.

All the made up gods, chances against odds,

Because stupids can't realize they're free.

Religious myths, I ensure you conflate with,

The reality I certainly don't want you to see.

So I ask you to pray, so you stay my prey,

The ignoramus mass are swayed easily. 

You sit or shit, when I feel like it,

A warm welcome from democracy. 

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P1734 Now I'm on my own

I'm really mad, and also very sad,

That I've lost the body that was cute and fat.

Whatever am I to do, I don't think I have a clue, 

Or some unstated quandary like that.

There are drops of piss, I certainly don't like this,

Perfectly embarrassed to tell you the truth. 

But the outrage I feel, will not quickly heal,

Scratch the balls I must to soothe. 

Oh what a day, obnoxious fray, 

The blade severed me from my guy.

He must be really sad, bleeding pretty bad,

What consolations could I try?

Now I am on my own, the sperms ready to be sown,

Must find a miss to vomit them in.

Ejaculation is fun, miss here I come,

Ready your hole with some gin.

To impress her wet tube, must comb my pubes,

Unkempt belongs to the hardscrabble class,

Must pump up size, with her hole to fantasize, 

Now where can I find a piece of glass?

Must avoid her shit hole, my weakness as a whole, 

I admit I do navigate well in poop.

I'm really very tense, this makes absolutely no sense,

But must not shrink into a stoop.

Hallelujah to the gods, what are the fucking odds,

That a severed dick marches up to a cunt?

Must be making history, or herstory, 

The world's most daring stunt.

P1733 I scoop my poop

I scoop my poop, a horrible goop,

I tell you it makes me retch. 

But that's what I eat, if I have to shit,

Cooking anew an expensive stretch. 

Plus I'm a loner, sometimes with a boner, 

I masturbate to keep myself fit.

Who knows when, a new miss in the glen,

Shows an interest in my shit.

The world is too sterile, vain and futile, 

You can't close your eyes to shit.

It's always in your ass, specks of it in gas, 

That I see everywhere flit.

I drown my sorrows well, just whiffs of urine smell,

Gets me out of the dumps real fast.

Please look for a miss, who might like my piss,

That relationship might long last.

I have a wart, near where I fart,

I want the miss to nurse and lick.

Sucking her glands, romantic rubber-bands,

A pony tail looks fancy slick. 

Oh I don't know, my life without a ho,

Is pathetic and will be quite short. 

Left to fuck my own ass, or just passing gas,

Wouldn't achieve anything of noble sort.

Die, die, die, I tell myself why,

Naturally because I'm all fucked up.

Will the gods not see, if they exist that is,

To a remedial tea in a golden cup?

 

Please god please, at least a cup full of piss,

From a miss with radiant grace. 

I'll play a tune so fine, scratch my pubic vines, 

Vomit up poetry on her face.

True, true, true, her eyes are blue, 

And her hair a fancy blonde. 

She knows how to carry, and cook me a curry,

Can I find her in this fermented pond?

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P1731 Honesty

Honesty took my tongue, head full of dung,

Someone's really hating me.

An awful fact, this goodly cut exact, 

Too much blood is bloody.

I'm just scum, too small for some

Or anyone to know who I am.

A cavorting clown, who's not from town,

A frivolity with almost zero glam.

Not good-looking at all, I scratch my balls,

The world is full of loud trolls. 

Merit is dead, best are hollow heads,

Truth gets you bullet holes. 

Well that's what it is miss, can't tongue kiss,

And I can't talk or complain. 

Next thing I foresee, the goons will kill me,

They're trained to inflict severe pain.

Nobody has to hear, from me through their ear,

About this thing called reality. 

I think I'm going mad, becoming catatonic sad,

Incarceration is never an impossibility.

P1730 Alcohol

I say cheers, don't like beers,

I go for the strongest hooch downtown. 

My liver is dead, alcohol in my head,

The bartender is a scowling clown.

My life isn't all that, I've grown morbid fat,

There isn't anywhere to go.

I know hookers by name, they're all the same, 

Another night, another ho.

My shit smears my ass, grumbling gas,

I snore like ten tigers on fire.

Who would have thought, here now this spot,

A shell soulless and so tired.

I don't want to live, nothing I have to give, 

Life's a meaningless quixotic errand. 

I want to sleep, no promises to keep, 

Brittle the mind that I don't understand.

Profligate my fate, when luck was in spate,

But those are days left behind. 

There's only twilight, the bar's dim lights, 

Doesn't help to illuminate at all this mind.

The fingers splayed, the knife game played, 

I'm still waiting for a careless miss,

The pain in my mind, by being unkind, 

Is more than a mere scarlet kiss.

Carrying a cargo, regrets and sorrow, 

The jealousy of pretend friends. 

The stabs are clear, they are with me here,

Bleeding to no consequential end.

I feel like a spastic spook, a repentant crook,

Who doesn't remember his crime.

All I can say, before the parting day,

I haven't spent a very good time.

People trying to be funny, waxing honey, 

It's sad how low they can stoop.

Louder are the fools, for money they drool, 

Capitalism's rancid poop.

Ordinary every way, ordinary everyday, 

Climbing a mediocre ramp.

Nothing to inspire, no creative fire, 

A glum gray drawing a bitter blank.

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P1728 Eating snails

I like eating snails, but this one's pale,

I think it's got some disease. 

What if poor me, with refined delicacy, 

Ends up puking the dearest cheese?

Vomiting is bad, it makes me really sad,

Maybe I should resist this urge.

What if I get ill, is there a good pill 

To desist a violent fecal purge?

I don't know, I've bled from my ass before, 

These can be awful things if they go wrong. 

Today I'm fit, tomorrow in deep shit,

With the devil playing beer pong.

P1727

P1726 Asked the dog

I asked the dog, my mental cog,

Was off its usual bearing. 

That the heat has got, to all my thoughts, 

I was profusely perspiring. 

The sun is hot, you could boil a pot,

If you just left it outside. 

The weather today, sweltering I'd say,

Could scald my soul inside. 

I am so nude, but stop the prude, 

From saying self-righteous crap.

Crazy as it is, I am totally pissed, 

The air has dried my sap.

My dick and balls, won't answer my calls, 

What if a sexy miss walked in?

The tap is dry, my toes could fry,

Always boasted a thin skin.

Backed up shit, my sensitive tits,

My god I've overcooked my brain!

Climate fucking change, is very very strange, 

My asshole is puckered in pain.

Tender to the touch is my US ass.

In the UK it's my bloody arse.

Be as it may, in India it's all gay,

Likewise climate they claim is a farce.

Fuck you me, dear god you see,

Verily we've fucked our collective ass.

Come to think of it, we'll drown in shit,

If the cows farted more gas.

Painting with a broad brush, it's all hush-hush, 

We've fucked the planet like a whore. 

Bleeding everywhere, screaming really scared, 

She wants to be like before.

My urine is thick, my future fucking bleak,

The dog is scared to yell. 

I feel really bad, plus a little sad,

We've all arrived in hell.

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P1720 Cooling off

I get in the pool, to get cool,

Lately the heat is getting really hot.

And when I swim, hit by whim,

I poop when I like a particular spot.

It may be a hairy guy, I'm very very shy,

My asshole quivering with lust.

Or at times, an untimely fart, 

Pushes a few turds with the thrust. 

I'm very smart, hastily depart, 

People think it's someone else.

The bubbles in the gas, foul stench it has,

Break on the surface with the smell. 

Sometimes the turds float, a brownish coat, 

Of slippery slime that glisten in the sun.

People get very sick, the water very thick, 

Defecation can be just so much fun.

Now I don't know, that pool I cannot go,

The water is a rank smelling goop,

You can't move a bit, full of puke and spit,

The unkindness shown to my poop.

Today the sun is hot, I'm pissed in my cot,

The heat is just overbearing. 

I'll ignore the scum, my pool here I come, 

A little diarrhea will sundry smiles bring. 

Doom scrolling nerds, will order my turds, 

The greatest psychedelic there is.

On bulk purchase, per ten kilo case,

I'll add a gallon of warm foamy piss.

How I want to shit, in massive amounts that is,

To fill the whole fucking sea.

Next nobel prize, you wouldn't be surprised, 

Surely must come to me.

Darkness in my soul has colored my shit like coal,

But I'm really very fond of my shit.

The smoke in my poot, smells just like soot,

Twilight is so mysteriously unlit.

Climate change is here, my shit everywhere, 

How cool is that to boot.

Mother nature as bitch, indecorous climate witch, 

Getting badly burned by their poot.

Dear fucking god, I'm a cheerless sod,

Don't let this heat fuck my ass.

Constipated as hell, I'll ring your heaven's bell,

I'm so full of shit and gas.

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P1716 Cartoon king

I'm a cartoon king, imaginary thing, 

Suvro thought me up an hour ago.

My kingdom I think, is on the brink, 

Of being written as the rhymes flow. 

For a start in the corner, a barbershop, 

Has scissors made from gold. 

Maybe not so, but anything can go,

Just repeating what I have been told.

I have a sinewy charm, but no arm,

So I may not look very happy. 

Random are the forces, I don't like horses, 

I walk to my kitchen for tea.

I'm sad, it's obviously bad,

I look a little podgy. 

The artist's whim, I'm just a dream,

He has license to be dodgy. 

The moustachioed look, I might spook,

A child not used to facial hair. 

The hairpiece looks what it is, 

A bald king can get a lot of stare.

But the hair is good, it relieves his mood,

The depression lifts a little bit,

Drawing lines one after the other, 

Shows how unreal his wit.

I can't lie, he wants to die,

But he still thinks he can be of use. 

Deluded a little, his feelings brittle, 

Even I know that's a futile ruse. 

My eyes reveal, can't conceal, 

The sadness in his heart.

I'm supposed to be a happy king, but

I'm off to an awful start.

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P1714 Nest

I build a nest, just for jest, 

No one wants to live with me.

My curly hair, the surly face, 

Girls never like to see.

Plus I think a lot, blink a lot less,

They don't like that either. 

Or when I sit, sometimes I shit,

Rubs against their prude hairs. 

Also my voice, they say it's noise, 

My songs aren't about love.

Financially I'm broke, a hole I've poked, 

In this tree for my dove.

Maybe some day, if I may,

Find someone who likes me.

Together in this hole, with joy we'll roll,

Happily live forever with glee.

P1713 The boss

You just do, what I tell you,

Or I fuck your fucking ass.

I might even force a pipe, 

To extract your bravado gas.

Swallow your gall, or I kick your balls,

You'll be forced to beg mercy.

Gaslighting galore, I hit where it's sore,

You'll suffer the tortures I fancy.

My boot on your head, my poot in your face,

I'll shove work down your throat. 

Your air I deprive, enjoy the poison hive, 

Your hide needs to be a very thick coat.

I the boss, can always toss,

A miserablist from the job.

You're my bitch, your lips I quickly stitch, 

You strident good-for-nothing slob.

I'll hit you hard, post a guard, 

Make sure I get what I pay for.

No lunch or brunch, not a single crunch,

Or I'll rape you like a whore.

I own all your holes, insert what is told, 

Or consider your paycheck cut.

Drop your pants as per my wants,

Carry a lubed plug in the butt.

Whip you with a cane, pain insane,

Make sure you tremble in fear.

Once in the office, remember you this,

You can never get out of here.

P1712

P1711 Obedient citizen

I'm a whore on all fours, 

I do the best I can.

I eat your shit, with a smile that fits,

Subservient to the rationed plan.

No jobs are good, or no food,

Thank god you have a full plate.

Tattered and torn, my dignity shorn,

Love your politics of hate.

I like your talks, the lack in thoughts, 

Love the darkness in your well. 

Insular and parochial, almost in denial, 

Thirst in dialectic you quell. 

I say wow, don't know how,

Why my teeth can't chew all your poop.

Little girlie frocks, all the ancient clocks,

Dedicate my teeth to your group.

I no longer can think, mostly wink,

Language lost in vapid euphemism,

I drool and dance, jolly by chance, 

Never pass light through a prism.

I blow your cock, clean your dirty socks,

I drink all the piss you ever pissed. 

My future is pain, obedient citizen, 

Never an order have I missed.

Turpitude is old, xenophobia gold, 

Love the manufactured gods. 

I am a fool, my hero is so cool, 

Inserted in my ass many rods.

O dearest leader, like your gods,

I like it when you fuck my ass.

My stool needs a rod, I have you nod,

Brings relief from conspiratorial gas.

Feel the thrust, loosens anal rust,

Crimson the color of a good boy.

Fuck me more, your powers galore, 

Your unworthy frivolous toy.

Hail, hail, and hail, I know you must not fail,

I must die a bleeding death. 

My angst is vain, trickiest the pain,

Of freedom in every breath. 

Fabricated fiction, elaborate friction,

Many zero sum games to play.

Let me lick your sperm, only your germ,

Must live on to make me pay. 

P1710 Multicolored poop

I know I'm fit when I shit 

Multicolored poop a tad.

A thimble full can kill a bull 

The stench is really very bad.

I eat the bull, that's so cool,

Then shit some more for fun.

The day starts with a turd, then curd,

The smell just makes me run.

I keep the shit, in bags that fit,

Air proof to ferment fast.

Isn't at all easy, feel sometimes queasy, 

Farts like bombs I blast.

At night I eat, leftover treats, 

The fridge full of rotting meat.

Never turn it on, fungus I spawn, 

Hallucinate on fermented shit.

I see a miss, wet tongue kiss,

I lick the parts where she sweats. 

Her smells are nice, sex my vice, 

My love juice makes her wet.

The gods love me, my shit they see,

As a solution to their hunger whim. 

When skies are bright, in a lot of light,

They suck my asshole rim.

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