harsh way to begin
but i hate life
it‘s a nightmare
swarms of stinkin‘, bad lookin‘, miserable faces
everywhere
they spit there juices all over
giant unwashed old cock
no decent pattern, shape or form
not close to polite
mothers, fathers, brothers, sisters, children
a whole breed of worm-eaten cadavers
showing of madness as skill and skills in madness
ugly deceased
am i one of them
am i also one of the shite in the head piece of garbage
or somethin‘ else
a higher form of living
only cause i read, listen, think
my mouth for language not for arse
trying to reach something
but what is there to reach
planet of hairy arseholes
and as i shit in my hand
i hear roarin‘ applause
