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

P1268 Holi with Radha Krishna

Run away radha

Or I'll use this color of shit

You know I'm the playful god

I can get away with it

This is the color of diarrhea 

I'm not saying if it's the original thing 

That's for you to figure out

I like it when you grin

Well anyway happy holi and all that

You know the usual drill

I'm happy you're posing with me

You make time easy to kill

I don't know what it is about you

I don't care about my wife

She's home minding her own

Blames herself for the strife 

But I'm Krishna and that's important 

I set the standards that stay

My eyes trained on those lovely glands

Accept my holi spray

I feel the love, bubble up in foam

Sorry that was just my drool 

I can't control the animal parts

Or stop them playing the fool

Oy my radiant love

I wish radiation was invented 

I could put a geiger next to you

Miracle documented 

It's such a terrible waste 

This beauty unsurpassed 

Let our union shake the world 

After this day has passed

The colors between our souls 

Are beyond the visible range 

Towards the infrared 

Things do get very strange 

Your innocence is in the ultraviolet 

I could get cancer you know

That's the reason my skin is blue 

I am only an afterglow

P1267 The Renaissance of Revenge

I'll take my revenge and wreak havoc 

I carry the festering scars

Sharpened my teeth and wits

A spectre waiting for the stars

I'm blind with infuriating rage

Bystanders beware 

A few stones will fly astray 

I've laid my worries bare

Every strand of hair is hot

Wrath in my shimmering fur

The gong  sounds a merciless knell 

"Wrong" screams a distant dulcimer 

It doesn't matter how

My enemies will surely die

They'll die a terrible disfiguring death 

No escape they can try

A little crystal ball gazing 

Tells me the time has come

The rivets coming loose and

Blood in their crummy gum

And there won't be a god

To save their lives or foreskin 

Rabid dogs of rage will slay their god

Them and all their kin

Let the streets be littered with gore

Decadent riotous lunacy reign

Only dream in their concussed head

Nightmarish and utterly vain 

They'll die many deaths 

One after the miserable other

Melting mind will be one concern 

Rotting limbs the futile other

Insects will eat their insides

Their insincere core now food

Every part in time will turn

Smithereens for general good

And then like all dust

Their dust will be rotten 

And in the last remembering 

Even their memory forgotten 

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P1262 Poor

The world's a hollow dream 

I do not exist in it I think

Or I do in the miserable role

Of a poor on dire brink

Can't afford a meal or smile 

A death in life at best

I drink water salted with time 

Impoverished ramshackle nest

Educated with expiration date

Knowledge never had a chance 

All I learnt, lessons in coping 

And accepting circumstance

I realize love at the disputed core

Barren and parched fissures of gloom

Guaranteed deceit and nothing more

Always the entirety of doom

I trudge alone a crusty broken loon

There's nothing I don't lack

The society's worries exclude me

All roads lead to a cul-de-sac

A damaged man in dusk

No wanderer feel curious to ask

Lives intersect only in need

Hurry a convenient mask

It's hard to express grief 

Words bitter with laden fury

I suffer the painful stabs

The sharpest shards of memory 

Circular orbits of misery 

Around a suffering soul

I empty the desire to exist

I want to live no more

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P1260 Gay

We are gay, we are gay

We are so fucking gay

The word means happy? Nay

It's all just really gay

We like assholes not cunts

I think you already know

We have fun with hairy dildos 

We like sucking slow

We are great to hang out

Never wall flowers 

We like to fist the ass

Yay to asshole powers 

We like balloons 

Bright colors are gay

We find pastels boring 

We always have a say

Straight is now the new crooked 

You gotta try being gay

You live only one full life 

Go on a date, what say?

P1259 Rage

I don't give a flying fuck

Don't you fucking see

My ass a grenade fucked in it

My heart on a fucking tree

I'm so fucking mad

That I could eat my fucking balls

By pulling the fucking pin

Bloody the nature fucking calls

Oy I'm red with fucking rage 

I could fuck an elephant now

Fuck the fucking word

I don't fucking know how

Fuck this shit

Fuckity fuck fuck

If it doesn't fucking rhyme 

You're out of fucking luck

You're all fucking assholes 

You know that fucking well

Fuck your mouth if I get a chance 

All to fucking hell

Because I fucking say so

Fuckity fuck fuck FUCKING hell

Don't you see my red fucking face

Fucking farted, get a good smell 

Die die fucking die

Ungrateful fucking not-so-few

You've ruined my fucking life

Now I'm so going to fuck you

P1258 Conspiratorial whisper

It's a conspiracy against you

But nothing fishy going on

Your food had poison in it

You'll be dead before long

Might want to take a dump

You could try to throw up too

A flavored sticky carcinogen

I use it with a glue 

It's radioactive,  pain is only fleeting 

You could start writing the will

You may very well be gone

Before you can think you're ill

Please don't say please 

You're destined to die

It's written in your horoscope 

No point in the cry

I'll take all your money 

Your wife will be mine too

A stiff becoming a spook

Nothing you can do

Do you feel weak?

Does the senses depart the skin?

Is your eyesight blurry?

Do you feel the poisoned pin?

Death is inevitable, so worry not 

Celebrate the dramatic end 

You can count on me you know 

I'm your best friend

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P1255 My pet my pain

My pet and I are not vegetarian 

I'm sorry but that's the way it is

Our diet is raw flesh and parts

Human eyes a special treat

Don't be offended we aren't real

Lodged in the stitches of your mind 

In the labyrinthine network of thoughts

This conspicuous memory quite a find

Believe me, people are cannibals 

It absolutely does make sense 

Skin cells and lots of fluids 

The circus like existence 

Anyway I'll introduce my pet

It's a half eaten carrion head

I found it when I was looking for my doll

I like it but it's dead

But it's possibly possessed 

It's hungry all the time

It's mouth is always open

A damaged and dangling spine 

It thinks that I'm its mum

And I sit and sing it rhymes 

I place the eye balls on its tongue 

Carefully in the sticky slime

Not much of a conversationalist 

But I understand its grief 

Imagine if you're head was chopped off

For being an honorable chief 

We talk about the universe 

How dangerous the forces of nature 

Vapid speculations of entropy and time

Going backwards into the future

The devious devilish men

How nefarious the living sphere 

How awful the scoundrels and fools

All in the now and here

Finally it dozes off to sleep

Dinner was a dozen eyeballs 

I tuck it in, in its make-believe bed

There's a world beyond these walls 

A soulless world,  dire and grim

Decapitated bodies, feeding flies 

I'm not happy, my hours are vain

Failing are my wrenching cries

I feel I've become it

I feel it's pain

If there's a darkness outside, it's me

Me, me, me, me and me again...

P1254 Dick

It's all about the dick really 

I stroke it off and on

If it's happy then I know

Half the battle is won

Otherwise it keeps bothering me

With a list of things to do

Mostly about penetrating females 

Makes a frivolous ass of you

I'd be a father of a million 

If my dick found a way

Reality is a stingy hitch

Alas, I have none today

It jaded me at sixteen 

My hand stuck like glue

Now almost fifty it squeaks "I'm alive"

Hardly once in a month or two

I can't imagine how it changed my life

It's really been a good friend 

It makes females more interesting 

A fallacy after you're spent

But it's dying I think

It's shriveled shut most of the time

Emasculated buffoon in free fall

I'm a wimp past his prime

I'm canceled and my dick is sick

The cancel culture wins big

Society's shtick through my ass

Owned by irascible pigs

My goal post has moved out

I'm restricted by corner walls 

I can only have an orgasm now 

If I had gigantic balls

My life sucks donkeys 

Even masturbation isn't any fun

I've been robbed off all the flavors 

I should just eat the gun

Or maybe I'll stay alive 

Maybe the dick will find a way 

An yet to come spray of sperm

Future waits another day

P1253 The Poet

I like to write poems 

Words are kind to me

In an ocean of lyrical ephemera 

As far from reality as I can be

I close my eyes and see the rhythm 

Pass my tongue over the air

With my sharp teeth I bite

And hold on to the poetic flair 

So I don't care how crooked my teeth 

Or items on the dentist's bill

As long as I hear the music

He can use his noisy drill

It's the night that brings out

The hidden sonnets from my heart

Sometimes the badly digested food

And the offal in the fart

And like the personality of fart

My fart, that I hold so dear

My poetry may not find the ears

At least my obscurity is clear 

Here in this unmarked grave

Of blogs no one ever reads

These will be my memories 

These will be my deeds

The words may not mean

Anything to your ears 

Nonetheless for me they do

An escape from my fears

An escape from the dull mediocrity 

Away from the drudgery of same

I live in places and palaces

I get to play my own games

Lesser mortal worth nought 

Mortgages on my years 

In my mind I step out of orbit 

Without my peeves and fears

But be that as it may

I'm grasping at the straws

My mind has melted in disarray 

I clearly see the flaws

P1252 Good looking

I know I'm good looking 

I get that a lot

I always carry a smile that

Hooks a girl on spot 

I'm quite good at not

Being good at anything 

I most certainly feel fit

To be the next righteous king 

My teeth are really good

I sharpen them with stone 

I'm proud of how I tear the flesh 

And grind down a bone

Of course I'm extra romantic 

Don't have much tongue though 

Lips or cheeks as good as none 

Nose quite crooked and low

My cheek bones are sculpted in

Like greek gods on a cloud 

Urine is a color of gold

The smell can draw a crowd

I apply it on my hair and

The menjou mustache I wear

The pheromones in my piss

Draws the chicks quite near

I reuse it for curry

From an ancient recipe 

Just some diced animal

I cook when I pee

I'm a little dark for night 

Except for my smile 

When I bare my teeth 

You see me from a mile

I'm deaf on the left

But the right is always right 

The eyes are often crossed 

Don't see much at night 

I know you can't see any hair 

The sketch is off I think 

I've a rich coat of vellus hairs

My shit does not stink 

My voice is velvet honey 

Only rarely is it rough 

Get fainting fits when excited 

Vomit blood with rancid cough 

I shave my ass and balls

I always did that for fun

I'm careful around my asshole 

Always leaks when I run

I'm super cute if you ask me

I'm sure a girl would die for this

Send the specs to a pretty near you

Can't wait to fuck a miss

P1251 Nice

I'm a happy camper 

Given to a certain vice 

As part of this gluttonous creed

I'm famished for the nice

Often an accomplice to crime

I have a buffet of choice 

Decapitated and raw are favorites 

Boiled with dirty rice 

I lure them in with a lullaby 

Ludicrously plain lyrics to boot

Just drops of blood as bait

Or a corpse burnt to soot

The nice think they're helping

What a hilarious thing to think

I pierce them with my tail

And bleed them in the sink

And I eat them painfully slow 

Crack their bones one at a time 

I often sing a song to them 

Or chant a romantic rhyme

As they bleed in my mouth 

Their flesh stuck in my teeth 

I don't chew for a while 

Let them savor the treat

Full of kindness for nice kids

I eat them clothed and  whole

I barbecue their faces first

With wood scented coal

It's nice to be eating the nice 

In fact it's the preferred way

Started pickling their eyes for

Discount on the tax I pay

I go to the god's house often

Never forget the fiction 

I'm gifted with the critical nice 

Getting better at crucifixion 

Ask yourself the very question 

Do you think you are nice

If you do you can be on my plate 

Won't let you ask me twice 

P1250 I don't feel good

I don't think I know 

What if any or none

The bubbles of spasms

The twitch and turn

Layers and layers of angst 

A buildup from an unexamined life

A silent wish to give up on

The constant uphill mental strife 

A throbbing pain behind the eyes

Not a well-intentioned pain

A release from the anxious state 

If the damn mind could  be slain

I don't feel good 

About my thoughts 

I know I'm weird 

I have my blindspots 

The circular and endless whys 

The lack of determinism 

The patterns and squiggles of

The teeth inside a prism

I can't imagine infinity 

I can't feel the texture of worry 

The circles of overlaps in them

A string of nested flurry 

I can't look into the mirrors 

There are two distinct tongues 

Each opposite the other repeat 

The sound from each lung

It's the sadness in me 

That colors the world today 

I think it would get better 

If I could hold the worry at bay

A misappropriated song

From a shredded melody 

The weight of the nonexistent 

Lost on the choir elegy 

There's a suddenness in panic

A bead of heavy sweat slide

I feel the madness swell 

But I know it's not me inside

I know I'm already dead

I just haunt a frail corpse 

My thoughts are wafts of wind

Worries that haven't stopped 

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P1245 Butterfly

A butterfly tells me how to live

He tells me he knows

There are things that are hidden 

He can see in plain pose

I asked him what he saw

And he said an enormous lie

A fountain of joy on the left

All I saw, a truant and giddy fly

He laughed as he saw me stare 

He said I didn't understand 

A world to my eyes was closed

I needed his magic wand

I needed to see the world 

Through his eyes as it were

Then I could see it inside me

Instead of looking everywhere 

It's all in the mind he said

It's really a mental thing 

You can see whatever you wish

Give reality that mental wring

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P1242 Nobody loves me really

I can't sugarcoat what I say

My tongue is heathen bloated and blunt 

My words are like my teeth 

Worn out, raspy, jagged and slant 

I'm ugly awkward short faulty and naked

Too many flaws to hide

I don't know what to lie about 

Or how to not confide

Standing under the blackest clouds

I feel the raw hate in the fog

Foaming at its mouth in the dark

Looming, a merciless black dog

I wear a necklace of dire grief 

A grotesque unfortunate birth 

I'm not where I realize I should be

This century here on earth 

Nobody loves me really 

Nobody really cares

Looking for warmth, in loneliness 

Only hollow selfish stares

I don't know how the future will be 

But I don't expect anything

It's the hapless hopeless lifeless dragging 

Of a corpse for a miserable coffin

If in death it all ends

Then in death it'll be

I daresay I can't hold opinions 

On anything I don't see

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P1239 Eat her shit

I like to eat her shit

She's fairy cute

Her skin is silk smooth 

She farts through a flute 

She's the queen with real food

Plump and never fasted

We the shit eaters a bit leery really 

Real makes us gassy and flabbergasted

I'm extra fond of her warts

Hallelujah to the smell and pus

She's an angel of decadent dreams 

Anus gapes without a fuss

I cannot begin to tell you 

Her capacity to crap

She can fill a room in hours

Without the need for nap

Her turds are chewing marvels 

You cannot find the time

If you focus on not vomiting 

Everything is just fine 

The smelly part is not a trifle 

You really can't get used to it

Expect to gag and choke often 

Suck her little tit

Her turds, occasionally are very hard

Fine blunt weapons they make 

Hit someone sensible with it

Easy their sense to break

I fill my stomach to a bloat

I don't waste shit you know

I provide to others in the line

When I'm all ready to go

It's a chain you see

There's source and several sink

By crapping in each other's mouth this way

We no longer need to think

Gold dildos, coffee lube, fragrant enema

We live an orgy of luxury and style 

Those are just a few I named 

There are thousands on our file

We host messianic fisting buffets 

Drinking piss is becoming a thing 

We're growing reliance in our gut

A better and more self-assured being 

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P1237 So full of love

The world is so full of love

Love is not in gloom

My balls are full of love

See these flowers bloom

My love is a fledgling enterprise 

I lack the courage to give

Bubbles to foam blossom my lips

Love's the reason we live

When I profess my love

No words come to me easily 

Don't take my grunts as rage

But what I implore romantically 

I know the teeth need fixing 

The dentists scare me, you know

I will be careful with a kissing tongue 

My bites are sweet and slow 

I will bend the rainbow to shape 

Put it in your desirous hole

The reds are not red enough 

If they are not from a lover's pole

Can you turn away your eyes

From the shriveled manhood you see

The tempest that's in my mind

Is roiling up the stagnant sea

I will bring the heavens down

To boil at the boiling point of hell

My love can't go unrequited 

Put me in your spell

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