When boredom sets in
The real fun begins
As your mind starts to twirl
And your thinking about the girl
You know the one that fell
That fell down the well?
Seems as she landed in hell
You smiled and decided not to tell
Her family in mourning
Your remorse still snoring
You ask what is wrong with me?
Why can’t they be like me?
I am nothing but an animal!
A blood thirsty mammal!
In the eager heart of a city
The smell of death gets me giddy
And until I am caught
I will remain flawless and bought
Until the very last shot
And the last brain begins to clot
The end of your life, the end of the plot.
Our existence is running out,
everyone concerned with what everything that nothing is about,
like the hottest new trends they wish would never end and the new movie with the 3 eyed boobie and did I mention how many girls have screwed me? nothing has made sense for years our most important fears over run with cheers and jeers the distraction only I fear, but I’m far to dead inside to shed a tear, the death of the human race is becoming very, very clear and undoubtedly very, very near.
I enjoy riding bikes with kikes
All different types, all different lights
During the day, or at night
I always know i’ll be alright.
What is life?
Why do i exist?
Why do i mope around like a gloomy lunatic?
If this is it, and thats all that there is,
Then i need a glue, maybe some hair pins.
Im empty, a box with no kittens.
Alone, that box with only one.
Im cold, winter with no mittens,
frozen when time comes to love.
Alone on a road to nowhere,
Ive been lost, separated from the path.
Stop, halt, who goes there,
Too much frost, my hearts an empty bag.
I feel as if i am dead
My stomach filling with led
This desk no longer exciting me
But what really ever does?
The answer would be nothing
Or maybe theres that something
but for now I will rhyme
with the human HTP to pass the time.
It was 1942, and I had nothing to do, So I split from two, and found a locked up Jew.
I didn’t know what to do, so I put a star on her shoe, then skewed her with bamboo.
I cooked her alive and made a large beef stew, which was more than enough for two.
I loved the taste, and ensued on a blue canoe.
© 2014 Absurd Literature