P1856 I can't flip
I can't flip, from this awful trip,
My legs are tired and stiff.
If you tell health by smell,
The rot's ready for a sniff.
A heavy foot for example, could easily trample,
Splatter my silly guts for everyone to see.
Either I'm hopelessly behind the times,
Or the times are hopelessly behind me.
My shit's tight, the days full of fright
The turds are somewhere caught.
My farts are rare, or just plain air,
I miss the stench quite a lot.
Once danger my dick, now thin as a wick,
The females are fucking around.
The gods have gas, I see their classic ass,
My eyes can't turn to the ground.
When like this, you get sprayed with piss,
You're really treated like stale shit.
Now negative in the pecking order,
Your flaws focused in the light that's lit.
Or imagine a ball of vomit
Hurled by impetuous hate.
The bolus assisted by gravity,
Surely will suffocate my fate.
Or the spitter spatter of spit,
All at my face they're aimed.
Imagine the degree of disrespect,
For a rotation that was framed.
I wonder about all the assholes
My wet tongue could have licked.
Or the phalluses for which
My own I should have lubricated slick.
What castles will I be crawling then,
Or would they be all made of card?
Ambition can often be a stale delusion,
That like feces has gotten really hard.
I die like shit, this is really it,
Getting up is an impossible goal.
Staring like a fool, all I do is drool,
Just another defeated asshole.
P1853 Toothache
My teeth are in disrepair,
And the mind in livid despair.
Can only afford to pull them out by hand,
The pain of poverty quite unfair.
Lets see all I need is a thread,
And something heavy to pull it with.
But how will a toothless retard, I think,
Fit a society obsessed with teeth.
But the pain is a sadistic torture,
It ebbs only to come surely back.
A dull pain radiating from the gum,
The gnawing without a slightest slack.
Did the mighty gods not have teeth,
What's the secret behind the non-stop grins.
The shit eating parade of ass lickers have,
No dearth of white teeth and bright skin.
Honesty leads to an empty larder,
You go hungry and then you lose your teeth.
But at least now I say I don't need food,
I've got nothing to chew it with.
P1846 Democracy (authoritarian)
Every milestone marker I shit,
That's the way I roll.
Don't know about you,
Holding back has never been a goal.
Glorious amounts of poop it is too,
Some very large turds this year.
The stench worse when divisible by five,
Lots of blame to smear.
This is what I call sustainability,
Eat and shit on the spot.
Just for me this land won't need,
Fertilizer to grow their pot.
Happy are those who empty their bowels,
Stridently sloganeering for the good,
Just imagine the wealth of wisdom,
I've reserved as thinking food.
No hands needed to till,
Just eager retributive leadership assholes.
They're here, there, everywhere,
Hollow, empty, bickering evenly pious souls.
And polysyllabic jargon the sweetest,
The lackluster laity don't have to know.
As dictionaries get heavier,
Progress will be quickly slow.
And to this please add,
Turds from the great overconfident beyond.
Gods of all religions, myths, superstitions,
Dogma sells well in brainwashing ponds.
The weed of lies an easy crop,
The seeds they spread are in the shit.
Once the fictions rivet the feeble fools,
Hypocrisy the best tool in the kit.
Happy they are with the litany of rules,
They learn the lame opinions by rote.
The farts cooked to be sternly sweet,
The intimidation of majority vote.
Billions of credulous fools,
Can be fooled in a million ways.
Corruption is sweet, power sweeter,
The people get to fight silly frays.
Mustn't ever let the truth out,
Always keep the muzzles near.
A fancy rack and chair of torture,
Good spends to monger fear.
Today I stand next to my poop,
I swear on the turd on the top,
This land will be littered really soon,
I foresee infinite flops.
P1842 Squish
Half my fucking life is over,
Only the ass part remains.
I've had my fill of frothy beer,
Now more of the aches and pains.
My diction is dipped in poop,
I can rarely think a straight thought.
Fuck this and shit that is all I can say,
Sorry, but that's the dregs I've got.
But I am still an innocent boy at heart,
Except the dick doesn't dance anymore.
It's always taking it really easy,
But I save money on whores.
The life experience has been mixed,
But I see my species is fucking it foul.
The planet will live but we sure won't,
It seems suicide the collective goal.
Well anyway, I won't see the end of time,
This life is headed for an uncertain squish.
I really hope I'd have a gentle tug,
And finish off with a happy wish.
P1841 Dynamite in their ass
Dynamite in their ass
Will serve the humans very well.
But first must drink and smoke
To celebrate their passage to hell.
The weed is special
It helps to chill the fuck out.
The whiskey is made from single malt,
As mentioned by the tout.
The humans must go,
The species is a real piece of shit.
Their's is a hubris I want to piss on,
Love to blow their shit to bits.
The animals have all voted,
To rid the planet of this pest's cover.
Will fight together, only in a few days,
Our miseries will be finally over.
A perfunctory farewell from me they get,
A nanometer tip of a tentacle,
The troops are ready to scrape them bare,
The shindig will be mighty swell.
Gods are holy, fuck by golly,
They'll be sad in small mad ways.
The rainbow will have a crisper tone,
Much sunnier the next days.
P1831 Professing love
I stand here on my balls
Professing love eternally rare.
What will it take to insert my thing,
Inside your you know where?
The gods are holding their anus tight,
Today in heaven is diarrhea day.
As soon as we start humping,
A bouquet of shit they'll duly spray.
The strength of my vocal chords
Reverberate in the asylums of hell,
Where the convicted honest,
Are forced into armpits to smell.
By sweet gods on cheap postcards I cry,
If you must do something it is holy now.
Do accept this earnest mating call,
I'm ready with my auspicious plow.
A seven and two score, many a whore later,
I stand here at your hole to sing.
The doorstep mile is just another door,
I've carefully lubricated my thing.
The clouds are ready to piss rain,
There's smell of vomit in the air.
How the rose dildo looks natural.
Pimples on your asshole a huge scare.
I like the hint of mustache when you smile,
Your odors could depress a cow.
Come my love the grass is rotten gray,
There's no time worse than now.
P1826 Fungus
I have a case of bad fungus,
My breath smells like I am rotting alive.
I see on both sides of the tongue,
A nursery of fiendish hives.
My drool is thick like diarrhea,
You'd think I'm chewing shit.
The hate around congratulates itself,
A potpourri of stench to fit.
A grinning loon, a sketched cartoon,
I'm nevertheless interested to end this life.
I stand on the melted fence where
Reality is stabbed by an unreal knife.
The shallow world of selfish trolls,
The shamelessly crude idea of sin.
How convenient that I should now die,
News that would delight my kin.
The sky I will curse to fail,
And suffocate the lives of men.
My life if lived would've prevented it,
But I'm an outcast and heathen.
Every cell after I'm gone,
As millions of weapons rolled.
They'll punctuate in puncture wounds,
Return the mistreatment a million fold.
P1825 Bootleg
The world is full of assholes
I know that for a fucking fact,
The bootleg is killing my sense,
I can't be very exact.
But generally though the world is a pile of sapiens poo.
The worst people leading the brainless brood,
An extinction in a decade or two
We'll be quickly running out of food.
Hollow nitwits caught up in fiction
Head buried really deep in their ass.
They think just in time an imaginary old man,
Will fart in his smelly savior gas.
They live an otherwise modern life,
Everything that rationality brought.
Yet everyday I see them piss on science,
A strident luddite in their elsewhere thought.
Stupid fucking people running affairs
Driving a conscious civilization to a rotten pit.
Glad I'm dying an early death,
Don't want to be any part of it.
P1820 গুন্ডা বাবু পুচি
খেতে বসেছি বলব কি ভাই লঙ্কাটা খুব ঝাল
দাঁত চশমা খুলে গেল পরচুলা বেসামাল
সবজিওয়ালার মন্দ কপাল পারছে না জানতে
কিলচর ঘুসি পড়বে ওর পিছন ও প্রান্তে
গঙ্গা জলে চান করে আমি ল্যাংটো হয়ে খাই
চুরির টাকায় বিরিয়ানি সিরাজ আমার চাই
হায়দ্রাবাদি দম চিকেন এমনিতেই লালা ঝরে
মন্ত্রী মশাইয়ের কাজ করি তাই এক্সট্রা পিস পরে
গুন্ডা আমি নামকরা, নাম গুন্ডা বাবু পুচি
রাহাজানি রোজি করি রেপ তো খোলামকুচি
রক্ত জল করা চিচি ডাক চুলকে চামচিকি
আমার অনিষ্ট হলে কৃমির ঝিকিমিকি
আমি হাসলে হাগু হবে আমি কাঁদলে কলেরা
মিষ্টি মিষ্টি হাসবো যখন ফাটবে তোমার ফোড়া
আঙ্গুল নাড়ালেই ক্যান্সার হবে দেখলেই হায় হায়
যা করি তাড়াহুড়া তাই হাসিমুখে পাই সায়
ঘামঝরাবি কেনরে বোকা ভয় দেখালেই বাজিমাত
বাপ মা তুলে গাল পারবি করবি দিনকে রাত
যস্মিন দেশে যদাচার বুঝলে সোনা বাছা
লোক এসে মারবে নইলে তোমার নরম পাছা
কাজকর্ম পড়াশোনা সব ফালতু কাজ রে ভাই
মন্ত্রী মশাইয়ের পিছন চাটলে আনন্দ যারপরনাই
মোটা মোটা বই শুধুই বদহজম আর আইঢাই
বন্দুক ছুরি হাতে থাকলে কিন্তু সমস্যাই নাই
ধর্মগ্রন্থ ম্যাকিয়াভেলি সবাই বলেছে তাই
যা খুশি তাই করতে পারো কাজ উদ্ধার চাই
মন্ত্রী যন্ত্রী পুলিশ মামা তাদের বটবৃক্ষের তলায়
লুটপাট খুনখারাপি ধর্ষণ হয় ঈশ্বরের কৃপায়
কলির শহর কলকাতা ভুলোনা বাছাধন
সত্যি মিথ্যে উল্টো করা চলছে সর্বক্ষণ
বাঁচতে হলে বলছি যা চোখ বুজে তাই করো
চাকরি তুমি পাবে না এটাই মনে করো
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