Mildew
10/6/2025
bengalifatIndianCalcuttaIndiaWWA cossipore english school
Ass fucked and in queue, mildew,
Urine, shit mixed aroma my smell.
A Bengali by birth Indian by girth,
I am fucked forever twice in hell.
Diction — WWA cossipore english school,
In Dum Dum seven tanks fucking lane.
Not the Dum Dum bullet by the shitty way,
But a walled prison to school the insane.
I scratch my balls in dining halls,
And sprinkle scrote dust on muri.
I piss in noodles and add dingleberries,
I shit in dal and eat it in a puri.
Please frame me a married CM PM photo,
Before I die I want to take a shit on that.
Also shoot a wad of cum, then verily piss,
And vomit the holy regurgitated scat.
On TikTok brown fucks in pink frocks,
Their shit eating grin on a silly mustache.
Ugly morbid obese galumphing twerking,
Slippery diarrhea turds after petty cash.
I shit daily shiva, vishnu, jesus, allah,
Artfully sculpted in my yellow piss.
I flush them with phlegm and vomit,
But season this to shit cunt durga miss.
I'm old as a tree someone shit on me,
I don't know what to do or fucking say.
Fucked in all holes, now big casseroles,
I earn less than a brothel keeper's pay.
Runny my nose, new virus I suppose,
Durga pandals full of obese fucking girls.
Girls so fat I won't want to shit on them,
Leave alone fondle their wet pubic curls.
But the bulbous boobs are full of milk,
Milk of acerbic bellicose belligerence.
Once you suck a tit full of tantrums,
Forever from your anus you bleed hence.
Bengali females back stab quite fast,
Poison your food and slice your dick.
The song and dance kissy silly honeymoon,
Is lipstick lighting legerdemain trick.
Bitches shit-talking bloody midget cunts,
That'll fuck you life then fuck some.
Marriage, love, romance ruinous scams,
Once pockets empty the fucks are all gone.
You cry separation tears of lonely anxiety,
They cackle, witches on a new money broom.
Your melancholy is shit mercilessly on,
Masturbate to the cunt kali, eat a shroom.
The frog that pissed a day or two back,
Flooded this cadaveric carnivalesque city.
Mud's here mud's there I'm pissing everywhere,
Some of the mud suspiciously shitty.
Teesta testy darjeeling went tits up,
Hills shaved like a whore's pubic crotch.
Flood, piss-shit water west-bengali norm,
Disaster relief dry scotch on hotchpotch.
Tired and hassled I want to die,
But I still love pulling my dick sometimes.
Rare though also to touch my asshole,
Think dirty thoughts about the good times.
So fuck everyone else I hope they die,
And rot in misery and sickening piss.
A giant phallus will fuck every ass,
But send me a rose and a flying kiss.
My shit deep brown, I always frown,
Fart nonstop, lopsided ninny dance hop.
Indigestion problem, absolutely no shame,
Anything I touch is guaranteed a flop.
Indian jobless jape tattered bedcover cape,
Super power a willingness to always shit.
That's about it really life sucks snot,
Up my ass a giant dildo that won't fit.
Also I am fifty that's droopy fucking old,
Shriveled tiny dick & peanuts for balls.
The piss is luxurious yellow and sweet,
Life is what is between nature's calls.
