Unlike Sir Shitsalot, there are very few names I go by and I typically make it obvious. Cuntfart is FAR more obsessed with mookie stinks than I have ever been. I mean, every other poem is fecal this, turd that, shit here, shit there, fart fart fart. I mean, I'm not complaining. Good for him. Get it out! But, Christ almighty when he complains about shit and then writes about shit, it's like he has a split personality. Probably he's vhs just having a laugh. Fuck it, it's all just a stupid bunch of childish crap here anyway.

I fart in your cunt.
Then you cuntfart in my mouth.
Shitty tuna breath.