How beautiful is the world when it smells like doodoo?
The sewage of frustrations and lies
Stressing me out this week
Are the one and only things that beat me
A house without a home is bullshit
For a house without a home has no value anymore
I dig you...do you dig me?
For the smell of my roses stink...
Oh stink, stink, ink, ink
What bloody twat is I?
Singing in a world that hates me--
I am a woman in a rotten shell
And on top of the coffin I stare at the sun
Streaming down my face
For life is a screaming midget
And his name is Trump...Donald Trump that is;
What are my wages this week?
Do I have to work any harder?
Who's going to bang on my coffin
When I am dead?
For the def monkey has eaten its last banana...
The club of politics is done;
And I am the screaming nun
Holding up the cross,
Jesus please save me from this world
For I am not a binding tree--
Kill me, kill me now; the love recedes
For my hairline is perfect
But Trump's is not.
What wavering stars eclipse the sun?
For God is the sunlight and the air
And he passes judgment along with the righteous
And I am a beautiful rose on his shoulder.
- Author: Soul Baby (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: April 22nd, 2024 01:55
- Category: Unclassified
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