Token Black Guy–We’re All About P.C.

Gotta keep on,
Pumpin’ it up,
‘Cause I love it!
Not too much though;
It might pop.

All cyclists,
Should be shot:
Change my mind…

Don’t stand,
Don’t stand so,
Don’t stand so,
Close to me,
Whilst I’m trying,
To take a piss.
Makes me feel,
Uncomfortable.

Tiny penis.

Sddddddret.

Don’t come round,
To my house,
If you want to,
Carry on living.
I’ll stab you,
Without warning,
Mid conversation,
With a frozen turd.

Farts stink.
So do farts.
And farts as well.

Mass Exodus–Philanthropists Will Rule This Land

The week in whole,
With Enrique’s mole.
Dripping with satire,
Like Ronni Ancona’s minge.

Colt peacemaker,
Up your sphincter,
With finger poised,
Firmly on trigger.
Gerrit pulled, lad.
Intestines and shit,
Everywhere!

The horny lesbian,
Rubbed her clit,
With a cheese grater,
Then poured salt,
Onto it,
For good measure.

Crumpets for brekkie,
Layered with marge.
We have none of that;
Only lard.
That’ll do, boyo!

The week in bits,
With Jordan’s tits.
Pouring with empathy,
Like Mother Theresa’s cunt.

End Poverty–In Swindon

Wise men once said:
“Never be sorry,
For flying with your flock”.
A load of shite,
If you ask us.

A bottle of Frij,
Gave me flu.
A shameful loss,
That warm summer night.

For Uncle John,
Needs a wee,
Against a tree,
The filthy sod!

Diary of a fag hag;
The woofter said no.
What could I do?
Hide in my shed.

In shit I trod,
After eating chilli,
Just for t’craic.
A chip off the old block.

Holy of Holies–Dipping Your Wick

Into your love I drop;
Stache like Chris Kamara.
Deliver a kick,
To ol’ Noriyuki,
Morita’s dead ass!

A flight to Canada;
God knows what for.
It’ll take a while.

For all that it was,
To beat your drum,
In memory of the asinine,
And make your call,
For the devout to fall.
Oh, so dreary!

Ever had a wart,
On your bellend, sir?
Sex with a kangaroo;
A wondrous drug.
LSD and Ethanol.
“Away you go,”
The fat bitch said.
She ain’t sorry,
For the pain she brought,
When she sat on your face,
For three hours.

Filibuster–Dunno What That Means

I climb,
To the top,
Of a tall building,
And toss myself off.

Maybe, next time,
You’ll choose,
Your monotony breaker,
A little more wisely,
And empathetically?

A man identifies himself,
As having one arm,
Yet he has two.
He requests that,
An arm be removed,
So that he may become,
What he feels he is.
Is he sane?

Transgender anyone? 🤔

Toot, toot,
Goes the farmer’s bum.
He has wind.
Dodgy curry last night.
Glindornaphrom

A Taste of Flesh–Lust Lives On

I love the smell,
Of pussy,
On my cock,
The morning after,
A sweet embrace.
I don’t shower,
The next day,
The scent provides,
A sweet reminder.

A mouthful of pussy;
A handful of arse.
I’ll get her juices,
Overflowing.
She’ll be mine tonight.
The chew toy,
For this dirty dog!

On hands and knees,
Face down,
Arse up,
That’s the only way,
To fuck!

Hands wander.
Lips do too.
Bare skin,
On bare skin.
No latex layer,
To kill this passion.

No holding back.
I pull her closer,
Hold myself in,
And let my,
Liquid love,
Flow through her.

This is familiar,
Yet somehow new.

Deepest Regret–Urges of Deviance

Out of wedlock;
Bonny little bastard.
The face of an angel;
Born of demons.

The whale calls;
Unable to locate,
Her pod.
The ocean is vast,
When you swim solo.

Driven to madness,
My alter ego calls.
So close,
Yet so far.
This Average, White Man,
I cannot escape,
For he never leaves,
The ether of my,
Subconscious.

One stumbled through,
The Gates of Heaven.
He bowed before,
The Great I Am.
Then laughed,
That wicked laugh.
“I’ll tear your ever after,
Asunder, oh Lord!”

Gemstones and Twatwaffles–Paradise Features

Tunstone.
Fall off your chair,
Into the hot lava.
Sizzle, sizzle, sizzle.
Pop, bang, sizzle.
Onomatopoeic words,
Are bloomin’ great!

A-where’s a-Wally?
Waldo.
Christopher Walken.
Fish finger butties.

“Simply epic!”,
The Grecian did declare,
With one foot in his sandal,
And the other in his hair.
Gorgeous Giorgios.

Dole scroungers,
Will burn,
In the eternal fires,
Of damnation.
Schlaaaaaags!

Anyway, I digress;
I’ve a hairy chest.
Slippery nipples.
Infected naval.
Timmy Dean,
And little Tommy Two-Shits.

It’s No Joke–Hahaha!

Rod, Jane, and Freddy.
Twats!
One in the gob;
One up the arse.
Jane, you fucking tramp!

Ken attempts,
To keep his fart silent.
In the process,
He fills his drawers,
With slippy, nutty,
Shit!
No disguising that,
Kenneth.

Jimmy Saville,
Raped minors.
Tee-hee-hee.
Miners.
Mincers.
Poofters!

Inverness Caledonian Thistle,
Win again.
Show us,
Your cunt.
Different spokes,
For different yokes.

Wrexham.
Y Fflint.
Pwllheli.
Patagonia.
Wales and Welshishness.
Sheep shaggers!

Weeds–Scary Darey

Laftumblbuschingtashmgladumbachangflinglmclash.

Fucking bastard!
Ghengis Khan,
Opened a tin,
Of sardines.

Grey,
Like Arthur’s rectal pubic hair,
With a fist,
In the bollock.
Repartee abounds,
In this city,
With no name.

Deep throat your brother,
Why I shove a dildo,
Up my shitter.
Worth the funny walk,
For a few days succeeding.

Perversions of the mind,
Made solid.