I run to piss
9/1/2025
CalcuttaBengaliAmericanpissHinduholy
I run to piss, I've started to hiss,
I feel the dancing droplets drip.
The gods do know, to make 'em flow,
All I do is run a really long trip.
By Kali, Bengali & Indians ALL fuck-twats,
Selfish garam-masala rabid dicks and cunts.
I hence always run, and run really fast,
Or I'll be sandwich in their meat hunts.
Yessiree, I run, like a bullet from a gun,
The wind blowing my balding hair.
I can feel a full fruity fart forming,
I knew heaven was always goodly fair.
These drops will drown, small insects brown,
But that's alright I might as well sing.
It's really a matter of hindoo morals I feel,
Not stopping to eat any trampled thing.
My balls and belly, maybe on telly,
A naked Bengali pissing on the run.
Who knew I could get so famous so fast,
An ass unfun, ass-fucked by the sun.
In my fifty so now fartsy but not shifty,
I only wank to imaginary reals on indices.
Stumped deep in thought that's all I got,
I run the maze of mother fucking matrices.
Suvro my name, Ghosh a shitty surname,
But they say I have shit faced the race.
My relations very weak, feeble I squeek,
May the drunken devil lube my rim case.
And so I run, son of a bitch cunt gun,
My face bright with what I think I might.
Full fart ahead, I run until I'm dead,
For possibilities however slim or slight.
Yes they are rare, mostly deadly snare,
Pits with snakes hissing bollywood.
So I don't ever stop everything's a flop,
Smelly farts I leave whenever I should.
Shit fuck lame FUCK the only national game,
Indians fuck each other day and night.
The national creed to stay stupid, be
More corrupt & religious than upright.
So I will run and run give up in the sun,
That last piss will run out of my ass.
That'll be a good day when I thus die,
The holy dingo dance on my dead carcass.