Super holy I am
10/12/2025
I am a holy man, super holy I am,
And yet the bird shit on my head.
I curse the species to an early extinction,
And I want this bird dead.
I hope bird brain can take the pain,
I'm sure it's cloaca won't be happy.
First I fuck it, then I bleed it,
As we know that's alrighty with almighty.
I don't eat proud cunt shit, that's it,
I fuck free docile little unfucked uns.
Mountain drug-addicted orphaned urchins,
Or traveling drugged dopey catholic nuns.
Little girls little boys, dildos, coy toys,
Just something to bring god into them.
It's so holy analysis of their tiny anus,
Date rape on drugs this shit: same to same.
I relax need for victims to shit,
Before holiness inserted into their hole.
The fecal smell turns me goodly on,
Buddhism sodomized into a premeditated soul.
Totally cute holes then, I count ten,
Of all sizes, colors and sorts.
I snort cocaine through my ass,
For planning religious retorts.
But mainly I just relax my sphincter,
And out comes my really smelly poop.
Of all religions mine at least tells you,
Life is an eat-shit-fuck fucking loop.
In nepal, where mountains have tits,
Holiness goes on fucking unchecked.
A diaspora of sanctimonious seedy fucks,
In every ass that I have checked.
Too many fucks frauds and fools,
Freeloaders freaks rapist fartsy goons.
I say, I am so holy, I tell them no truth,
Bilious belligerent face-fucked cartoons.
Religion a fuck-all that goodly fucks ass,
And leaves the holy hole gaped ungated.
The cosmic curse the eventual hearse,
Still flows like diarrhea unabated.
In Tibet when I sodomized a pet civet,
My dick stank like a sick skunk.
Not to fear, skunks are leaders here,
Plus this is expected of a masculine monk.
Sin will win if you fuck your kin,
Just an aphorism to put on your ass.
Fuck everyone, advisable as a tattoo,
If you want a free boarding pass.
My roommate meditates with his mouth open,
I'll transfer the bird poop as a friend.
That bastard farts in his sleep,
I plan to bring him to his monastic end.
Wants nirvana this gassy monk,
By shitting in ordinary pants.
People throng the many clueless wrong,
Giggling mindlessly stupid sycophants.
I hope he chokes on the stinky poop,
I'll ensure that his head bursts.
I'll kick his pious balls until he's there,
In bald buddha he says he trusts.
Just a lot of bald bull they pull I say,
And I ask, to what gnarly end?
You get proxy poop in your mouth,
And kicked to death by a bad bald friend.
I'm holy but with big holes,
With wants, I fuck gents and cunts.
Every man for himself and shit,
Pretend pathetic the monastic stunts.
After he's gone I run to his house,
All the illegitimate daughters suck my dick.
The sons become errand runners,
His wife as mistress I plan to keep.
Fucking ascetic, my ass,
He was a duplicitous man.
I am worse and I act today,
Stop me if you fucking can.