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

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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.

P2235 White is the best

Vomit and snot, we just cannot,

Afford a defeat fighting the fuck face.

They are dark and disgusting, 

White always the superior race.

We own everything, that clearly shows,

We alone are masters of this earth. 

All the darker people clean our toilets,

We fuck their children during birth. 

Yes opportunities are all ours,

We alone have less melanin. 

If you aspire to anything else,

Consider it a moral sin.

We give visa for slavery, 

That much we can do.

A can-do attitude makes us different, 

We detest what you attest as true. 

We steal your wealth, call it commonwealth,

We screw originals into fake.

We hire white girls to lure you,

Their bite as bad as a snake.

We mint money at our banks,

Your children are born in debt.

We bribe the corrupt politicians in dark lands,

Getting fucked becomes your fate.

We keep our houses and cities clean, 

We deliver our shit to your door.

You take the recycled bullshit,

We gape your ass for more.

The air you breathe thanks to us,

Is fisted beyond repair. 

Expect floods, droughts and catastrophes, 

Expect our shit in your air.

Sometimes we give out ties,

But you can't fuck around we remind. 

We let you pretend you're white,

But only the ass slurping kind. 

We want to feel your tongue, 

Nested deep in our assholes. 

Docile and glib we like, foibles and fib,

Shit, piss and things with holes.

Our god is the only true god,

We've whipped you to say.

Any other superstitious bullshit,

We are forced to say "hell nay".

Our god will come again, inflict pain,

He'll take his anger out on you.

Expect poverty and pestilence, 

Worse than covid fucking flu.

All our chains and stores everywhere, 

We kill heterogeneous trade.

Anything and everything is rewritten, 

As what the white man made.

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.