I have just killed someone, they were significant sitting on their toilet
but could not stand upright to wipe their arse
because i want to tell you of many failed attempts to smell my own shit
You may not mis them, you my not care but they have left a trail.
if you wish to pay into it - beware.
Carefully does it, but I was in a hurry and did not
swathing amongst hordes wandering a library who must not talk
Be angry at me like you are angry because of a slap on your bum
Hanging by your ankles from a nurses hand
how do I so wish your arse would bleed.
It is with regret that I bequith my legacy to an army of idiots
Is there none, they behave as a nought and will never be one
Sweeping the corridors of pacing dreams and daily nightmares
Dipping my swab in tainted genes
I feel the comfortable cunt nutured by my nemes.
And you, you are what ?