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A Drop In The Bucket

roll and tumble in
this shitty quagmire
crawl in the dirt to the
things to which others
aspire, some days you
feel like saying fuck it
but don�t stick your dick
in �cause there�re crabs
in that bucket

stand by and watch
people build their
personal ziggurat
then watch them
fling their egos off and
go splat, it�s a pretty
picture a real special
piece, still it leaves you
screaming Judas Priest

look out my window to
be bludgeoned with
banality but when the
curtains are closed it
has a kind of finality
so stuff your peace
pipe and smoke your
nose, stop trying to get
me to suck the dick of
your purple prose

I sit in the dark
power company cut me
off the dirty whores
really though it�s okay
me and the stains in
my drawers left in my
tighty whities after I shit
on your holy ground
stop to bow to your majesty
and your fecal crown

scum of the earth
society is such a fickle itch
but I do what I can to
finger fuck that bitch
Still, here I sit wanting
to hump that gash
tried to write a check but
she only takes cash

slip and slide up and down
on the rusty razor pole
my sincerest condolences
I�ll do my best to cajole
truth be known I really
couldn�t care less but damn
you sure do look pretty in
that dress