P1316 Somebody forgot his balls

Somebody forgot his balls

It's a piece of art, what gracious flair 

The flaccid droop characteristic 

Touch the scrotum with care

What should art lovers do

This looks like a bona-fide arrive

We've expanded our collection 

With this total five 

Oy damp assholes of gods

Show us the boyish light

Should we bring it to an orgasm

Should we treat its fungal blight 

I don't mind the smell until it kills 

Or if the germs weaken our foot

It's the lust of art that pulls

Pay attention ignoramus coot

It's at least a million dollars 

Just look at it, god has his way

Have to fund a pussy every night 

Find some porn today 

Tomorrow we'll taste the cum

Declare a national holiday 

My emotions are all over the place 

Just don't know what to say

P1315 The fight

One man against another 

Fairy tales are fucking fine

I'll stab your chest bloody 

Will you stab mine

I'm deaf little straw man

But as strong as a mythical bear

See my hair how smooth

It's pasted pubic hair

It'll be a long drawn battle 

Longer epics to pen

After this we go back

And eat the marinated hen

The gods possibly possessed 

Or maybe a mistaken fray

I've been holding my piss too long

My toupee's turning gray

Together we fight

An endless zero sum game

"Kill or be killed"?

Isn't that essentially same?

Quite generous I admit when

"Tits for tats" they say

"Shit or be shat on" is yay

"Fuck or be fracked" is nay 

The sun has set night has let

Let's go light our farts on fire

I'll steam your piss for tea

Smells really bad, sire

I see you're quite beaten 

I admit I'm in several piece 

To calm the gods I'll sell

My wife's warm pubic fleece 

Plus I need to let a fart out soon

Or I might shit an entire turd

I hope almighty likes to eat

My feces with vomit curd

It floats easily like a boat

A boatload of parasites flow

I'll make amends in later lives

Now I really have to go

I discuss feces when it's dark

The clouds hid my only star

I say things as they come to me

My balls are pickled in a jar

Well we two both enjoy a good shit

Pissing is still a problem 

Sadly we often cough up sin

Blood with thick yellow phlegm 

That's what happens of age

We prattle over stuff banal

We blew each other last week

Today we'll try a little anal

I know it's a little uncomfortable

And you feel you need to take a shit

God willing we'll exceed hope

So happy I'm having a fit

So long you foolish mind 

May you not die of fun

You'd have struggled more but

The wheels began to turn

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P1309 Pay the devil

May the fires of hell

Befall your foes

With a barbed shoe I the devil

Will bloody their fucking toes

May their ships go adrift 

Their assholes gape for my fist

I will torment their souls 

With a very long laundry list

Pockmark their skin

With pointy rusty pin

Design polkadot of pain

Spot for each and every sin

I'll make them suck their own cum

They wouldn't know what's right 

With a bloated stomach they'll explode 

Mouth and assholes clamped tight 

I'll place their testicles in

A pair of matching vice

Their wails heard from Jupiter 

They'll boil in boiling rice

Your enemies will go blind 

Their babies dead in the cribs

They'll cannibalize their own digits

Thinking they're gourmet fucking ribs

They'll have excruciating long hours

Because I'll slow the passage of time

Every work will become a boring chore

Except the lure of crime

Self destruct they will but slowly 

The curse run through generations 

Every one in their family and friends 

Rot in their very foundations

All the luck will run out 

Like in a bag with a huge hole

They'll lose all their wealth and love

Live like a wretched mole

It will unfurl in front of your eyes

It'll start happening now

I daresay you'll enjoy the show

Just try to pay me somehow

This mask is smelly and heavy 

The robe has a massive puke stain

I can't feel my skin

My head hurts from pain

I'll only make a five an hour 

An entire eight gives me bread

That's below the poverty line

Tired I want to slash a head

All I have is hate

And a lung full of poisoned air

But I can be louder still 

Do you hear me clarion clear

Maybe this is how you become the devil 

By just being dirt poor

A society of inequalities 

Scarcely a shiny lure

Anyway fuck you all

May you all have a rotten day

If I have to live like this

Someday you'll have to pay

Mark my words

The devil speaks now

You're destined for a horrible hell

Doesn't even matter how

Whatever I said for your enemies 

Will happen alright 

But they'll happen to you

And it'll start tonight 

Horrific horrors every hour

Terrible storms and drowning flood

The stars abscond in fear

The moon red with bitter blood 

The dead will arise again

Their bones not in the right places 

A disfigured zombie take your phone

It's phallus make terrible faces

Bubbles will boil in your blood 

The heat of anger pervade the flesh 

Every tooth will be out of its socket

You'll be caught in the devil's mesh

Insects will swarm under your skin

It will begin to painfully peel

If you don't pay right now

Nothing in your life will heal

Go to hell everyone 

I'll be there to boil you alive 

But tonight as you feast a large meal

I've nothing to feed five 

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P1306 Sphinx

Only a king can fondle my tits

Only a royal mouth can suck

Otherwise I will bite the cock

Right out of a commoner's fuck

I'm okay to be naked neck down

Hubris should be vile

I spend a fortune on my nails

I piss in the river nile

The only sphinx with an attitude 

I throw hissing fits

I calibrate my tantrums 

With acid in my tits

I think I'm a fucking god

Depends how constipated I am that day

A chimera of magic strength 

Shit in your mouth, I may

My beautiful hair is always fresh

The best shampoo is human phlegm 

They cough in hundreds before they die

As poor as they are lame

These people are shit starters

They piss me off for nothing 

I curse them all the time in fact

Lot of spit to sling

Anyway whatever, fuck you

I'm in Egypt as per the map

You piss me off I swear to god

I'll make you eat my crap 

So long and do die well

Hope the retardation is permanent 

With a brain like yours no wonder

Your sperm is always spent 

Again fuck you and goodbye 

May scarab beetles eat your liver alive 

The hornets in your ass get fancy

Build a big-ass hive

Can you feel the stir in your rear?

Don't thank me dear sire

I'm in favor of backwards progress 

Lighting farts on fire

Your grave will be here In the giza sand

I'll look after you for eons to come

Rot first into dust then nothing 

Privilege for a worthless scum

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P1303 It's me

It's me, but I'm disfigured 

I'm no longer that bright shiny chap

A wispy emaciated reclusive spectre 

That's fallen through the cracks 

Maybe you can tell 

The faint painted smile 

A vestige of the artifice 

The once indispensable guile 

But I'm corroded, both inside and out

This is how I look now

A collage of smoky squiggles 

Concealing a furrowed brow

I was a shadow when I was alive 

I'm the same way now

The dioramas have reconfigured

And so has the slippery "now"

Time has stopped for me

I no longer participate in its passage 

The world doesn't move at all now

Sticky pain of impotent rage

In my broken reality 

Harsh shadows, pencil thin

Jagged edges, deceiving ladders 

Roads that go nowhere bend in

I've murdered me, my soul is dead 

Truth too harsh to confide

The hollow stares from empty sockets 

Are wistfully torn inside 

I cannot tell how I loved life

At times a romantic spell

I cannot tell what dreams I chased

Before the forlorn bell

But now I'm dead

I guess there's no going back

I'll haunt eternity till the end of time

Darkness drips on my neck

A black spider spins its black web

The threads are made of dark 

Trembling in the middle is my guilt 

My skin's now a hideous bark

I can't feel my skin when I touch 

I sit in this omniscient gloom

The hollow empty soulless echoes 

Portend the all pervading doom

There's no escape

The walls are caving in

I can't move, paralyzed

Quietly I give in

And drown in the silence of stopped time

I wonder how the non-existence will be

Perhaps a rebirth, I see an orange blob

A fire extinguish what was once me

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P1301 Constipation

I'm a little constipated 

The shit is fully formed 

Big boned hard logs

Mind deformed 

I can't squeeze hard

My sphincter feels weak 

I just meditate and pray 

Want god to come and tweak 

Wouldn't it be lovely 

If god used his index digit

Wiggle it in my asshole 

Drag out the offending shit 

Anyways if wishes were horses 

My shizzy would fly

This isn't the case at all

As introverted as they are shy

Impatiently I sit

Stretched anus, turd halfway out

Like a mockery of my birth

"Holy fuck" I shout

When especially in the mango season 

The shit is sticky and it clings

I scream unparliamentary verbs

And go hopping mad with springs

"Plop" is the sound I want to hear 

I'll be nice and kind to life 

I promise every god a good deed 

Every turd a wife

But nothing

I sit waiting 

No pressure 

I sing

Ring ring ring...

Plop 

I sing

Hooray 

P1300 Lu

This is Lu my kitty puss

Fond of being photographed with me

Scrambles on however she can

Every snap is she

Lu drinks milk the whole time

I get her cat's fish roll

She laps up every drop and dust

And even washes her own bowl 

I tuck her in at night

I've made a place for her to sit

She sleeps only few hours in the cattery 

She's so fast she flits 

She likes shrimps a lot

And you can tell that she does

She can smell one a mile away

Lu is my darling kitty puss

A fluffy sponge made of spring 

Lu likes to play with her juju friend

Often I find her stalking her own shadow 

Chasing her tail to no end

She speaks meow fluently now 

Every answer is a confident same 

Her purring is warm and pleasant 

Her face is on every frame

She's going to grow up to a cat

I can almost feel I'm with a star sometimes 

I think she's destined to a glamorous life

I can see those splendid times

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P1294 Flying fuck

I know your life hasn't amounted to much

Except for an erection here and there

Choose your fantasies well

Before you leave your decrepit lair

I don't like a flying fuck

I had warned you before 

These skies are mine 

Ruse another whore

Go fly where you're free to fly

Where I won't bother to go 

Go fly where it's safe to dream

Or just lie distinctly low

I see you're red with pressure 

Ejaculated some sperm too

Now you'll droop your power stoop

This sky won't be blue anymore 

If I was just your masochism 

I guess I'll vanish as well 

Too bad I didn't kill you

Too bad I could not dwell 

But if I ever catch you again 

When the imagination is mine

I'll fry your balls with olive oil

Sautéed with salt, pepper and wine

I'll ferment the grubby sperm

I'll skin the scrotal skin

Many recipes to try 

And drink your blood with gin

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P1291 Kin

I don't like critters 

Especially those that crawl 

I like antiseptic disinfectants

Used profusely in my hall

Call the exterminator 

I see a weird bug with teeth

I will faint and I will die

If someone doesn't clear this filth 

Squash it with grief 

It's exoskeleton is infirm

I'd vomit now if it's not gone 

I get sick with germs 

Will the gods not notice this

How dare they sleep at the wheel

Can I not have the dignity of diet

Will I have to make it a meal

It's too large for one gulp 

But I won't shred it into bits

I'll carve out the tender flesh 

I'll throw my vituperative fits

Yes you will feel my blind wrath

This is the end of your little loop

My puke will make you blind 

Will paralyze your legs like goop

And might I add I'll sing a shrill song

As the acid cleans your skin

I'll try to make it short and sweet

My short and sweet kin

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P1289 Moron

I'm a moron

I'm mostly sort of limp

Thoughts are very rare 

Work I always skimp 

I thought I'd have a life

But it didn't happen you see 

I stand where I stood years before

The stars have faded glee

But that's how it is I guess 

Not everyone has steam

A moron serves no useful purpose 

There are no ramps for him

Well enough talk 

Let me contract into my entrails 

Luck never shines on me

Everything I do always fails

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S7 500 miles

500 miles song

P1287 There's no water

Now what I do?

There's no water in this well

I walked ten miles in a saree 

You please go to hell

Hundred villages one  tubewell

Raped twice everyday 

Just to fetch water 

What can I say

India doesn't live in villages

She lives en route to a well

Loses her dignity twice per trip 

Nothing sir, more to tell

Shame shame dirty shame

Hope you die thirsty too

Nothing will please me more

You catch poison flu

Oh yes, arsenic in the water 

May your child be born a cripple

My two kids have cancer 

Today's putana's nipple

Yes this aquifer being drained 

An illegal bottling plant

The bottles stamped pure

I could go on a rant

But I won't 

Why should I

Please figure it out 

And 

DIE

P1286 Linger on

These are but imaginary monologues

Nothing have I to say to you

It's in passing that grief retrieves

Whatever I imagined as true 

A peaceful corner of my mind

Where your memories dwell 

The sweetest and fondest 

That my harried senses can tell

You painted my pathological bumbling 

With rainbow pastels from your mind

Tinted my monochrome sorrows when

With your eyes you smiled

Once a fix for my frail nerves 

I owe a lot to your sense

I wouldn't have survived at all

My miserable menacing fence

I'm sorry entropy happens to me a lot

My world's eternally upside-down 

I wish I had you, my cross-eyed "Pills"

But your feelings had long left the town

When the whole world's unkind 

When kindness is a worthless scruple 

Even memories of harshness 

Become fond and supple

But I'm broken beyond any fixing 

Alarm clocks playing hell's chime 

I'll be well past the spheres that matter

It's just a matter of time

I'm not that happy spirit anymore 

I'm so dead inside 

But few memories linger on

Offering their fantasy ride

And in one of these rides 

I'll succumb to the assurance and die

I want to feel preserved in your thoughts 

When the fire makes you cry

If the floating wafts of soot

Remind you of me

My heart was never for sale

And never will be

I was once and always did 

In my mind roam free

My feelings for you were pure

The unrequited fantasy tree

It'll perhaps never be said 

By a faker the way I said 

Or what I said or what I meant 

Will forever die when I am dead

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P1277 Ugly

I'm not good looking 

But I have teeth sharp like knife 

Footpath of the greener grass

Is where I live my unsatisfying life

But I have dreams 

Oh yes very lofty ones too

One where they don't cut your nose

Or eat you in a stew 

I want not to be a vampire 

An usual fanfare of the time

I did like the taste of my own blood 

But that wasn't a real crime 

Feckless friends are numerous 

Selfish statistically significant 

They say I'm manic when I panic

I can't breathe when I pant

I like clouds and rainbows 

I like the colors in the science 

It's hard to tell fantasy from fiction 

If your prism's not aligned 

I feel I'm a little dead

The way people behave around me

As if I'm not even here

As if they don't see 

I have many eyes

Each sees a different side of things

The world around us you see

Is what your senses bring 

Where was I

Oh the ugliness 

I'm sorry I exist

I'll die at the first convenience 

Don't you worry about it

P1276 Love's like a glove

My love's like a glove 

Except when it's really not

I've tried flavors of greeting cards

Soups with okra snot

Of course attacks are planned 

Snakes eat the trout

But when cornered I turn

Retreat into a rout

Relationships are like ovens

You can overcook your sperm

I'd like to stay away from quarrels 

Hideous and devious germs

The sunsets are less saturated 

Than artificially colored whiskey 

Scum has cum in it

I go berserk in a jiffy

Look at it this way

Lifestyle is always a horrible bitch 

You can't say which way is up

Without getting a stitch 

I'm sorry that I'm not sorry 

For everything I've not begun 

There are more insinuating 

Than can be reasonably done

But I'm not innocent 

I know my shit smears the wall

I'd like to take back things I've said

Except, it's too late to call

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P1271 Don't know what to do...

Just don't know what to do

I'm speechless most of the time

The world's lost its bearing 

Humanity is a crime 

I look inwards to introspect

My fences are all down

I've lost what it means to be me

I see a contorted clown 

Sometimes I see my face reflected 

On the glass with a happening screen 

My stupor is quite a contrast 

I'm a shadow of what I'd been

The past cuts like a knife 

Can't not remember it

Everything is fresh 

And vividly lit

Yesterdays that were good 

Are so painful now

What was pain then

Blotted out somehow

I've lost my bearing too

I'm often a confused mess

A miserablist sitting in a dark room

Gloomier and still darker - my stress 

My soul is dead, a spectre of the past 

I'm not sure how uphill normal is

My weaknesses are very clear

Don't think I'll survive this 

It isn't easily cured 

I feel it spreading like cancer 

A black sticky slime growing 

Tears the temporary answer 

I know it'll make it worse 

Make the self-hatred come alive 

I'll feel the gnawing claw

Tear me in bleeding five

It'll circle back to wishing death 

Or wishing I was never born

If I could silence the sorrow

Lessen the turmoil and scorn

That's it I can't stand it anymore 

What can I do to die

I don't want to live any longer 

I don't want to lie

P1270 What can I play

What can I play

So that people think I'm a god

I've already painted myself blue

With that weird flower pod

I'll have to pull this off

People around me are quite dumb 

I'll have to remember the bias

And keep them under my thumb

I'll use sleight of hand

Perspective will come handy too

Fools become more foolish 

When they don't have a clue

The village girls have nice breasts

Especially cute that radha girl

I'll make sure I'll hide behind the tree

See their insides unfurl

Or maybe I'll sneak behind 

And see her shit

I'm sure she'll be startled 

And have a fit

It's all Maya really 

It's all made up of quarks

Looking at the setting sun

An exultation of skylarks

But the girls are real

I like their private parts

They're going to that pond 

Where I make bubbles with farts

Twinkle twinkle little farts

How I wonder how to start

Up above the clouds so high

I'm me, myself and I

P1269 My balls have wings

My balls have wings 

They often fly

The ground is crowded 

I like my fantasies high

The pinkish tumescence 

Along with the clouds in the sky

Hanging loose hanging pretty 

Stars in my eye

Aerial survey comes handy 

Testicular vision is quite rare

No strangeness can stop me

And ambition stirs the air

Having such balls open doors 

More females bare their canines

I look at the blood in their gums

Can't trust these times

It's cooler in the stratosphere 

I like how ozone smells fishy

A man with flying manhood 

Almost a maharishi 

Or maybe a gigolo jiggling balls

Looking for a sugar momma type 

Liking older women is harder

But all stereotypes are hype 

I'm dizzy with pride

The balls have healthy hair

The scrotal bumps move

With female caress and care

Flapping the wings hard

I segue to an erection

An ephemeral climactic peak

And a monastic refractory abstention 

Then it restarts again 

Slightly unfamiliar skin

Momentary amnesia helps 

Avoid the next of kin