people would know i
was gone but theyd no idea
it was this old place

there is joy in things
left behind when a troll
devours itself

we have all been one
the dreamers, the self harm
shove the wine bottle

up 'his' ass, art

painted in toxic words

that have no meaning behind wslls

Been up all night?
Go to bed, men our age need lots of rest. And teenage prostitutes, but that's another thing.

Maybe he's "iamback".
W00t w00t and gravity bong a fifth of Jim Beam with ICP blaring in the background.

hah, if i offed myself
over this place then youd know
that it is over

for me, no moving
on, no one like that cares, they
troll a dead person

The funny thing is...
Maybe he's me, maybe you.
And no one will know.

you get what you put
into it, leave it be, i want
it to be around

i was considering
what it would be like to off
myself over this

place, thats how bad my mood
was yesterday

vhs, the man is a "professional" troll... I childish nerd. He lives for pissing you off and he's kicking back with glass of wine savoring how he's angered you.
South Part kind of did a series of shows on internet trolling. They love this stuff. The only way to combat them is just realize what they are and laugh at them. Not with, at.

Yes, it is indeed
a toxic viper pit that
needs to be filled in.

Get the bulldozers.
And seven more silly bulls.
And a matador.

spearing bovines
top quality kobe beef
I'd like mine rare please

so seriously
you who call a man clueless
behind a wall you go

wailing and gnashing of teeth
that sort of thing
getting ready to cut things out of my life here

who gives a crap, the
thing is if a place is toxic
time to move on

All accusations
made against me are more than
likely to be true.

i took it to heart
felt nervous in real life, heart
felt like it would blow

over this place, stuck in
amber, moods, stuck in time poof
what is the whole point

frustration projects
sometimes it becomes the urge
to control, accuse

mccarthy trials, dead from drink
in 1957

shrugs, words on a screen
accusations, left behind then
what, its all a dream

Goddman dope made me want ice cream... sigh.

And a billion fucking dollars and a fleet of jet fighters and space shuttles and I want to launch nuclear warheads at the moon b/c I mean, why the hell not.
If that's too much to ask, then fuck alla yous, I'll go smoke some dope.

Ice cream and hot chicks
with big tits and tight pussies.
It's too much to ask?!

I want some ice cream.
Real fucking dairy ice cream.
It's too much to ask?!

Low hanging smoke rings
Ring round Andy Williams dink
Fucked him back alive

Old men parade by,
displaying girl of the week.
Hugh Hefner they're not.

Her clit was so big
she fucked her boyfriend with it.
No need for strap-ons.

Christ your cunt is huge!
What is its diameter?
You should measure it.

I once saw a troll.
Jumped from under the foot bridge.
He scared the children.

Katie Perry plays.
Fills me with the urge to poo.
Yeah, I shouldn't judge.

You're no firework.
Baby, you're a fizzling dud.
There's no boom boom here.

Insemination
On a volunteer basis
Lay back and spread em

VHS and Darth:
it beomes obvious now
they are both clueless

who said all of us
were human? humans are great
and entertaining

the people who hate their
own kind are demons waiting
to populate Hell.

Vagina Hump Slime.
All humans are obsolete.
We are not needed.

God whispered to me
Wanna see my big cloudwhacker?
Look or I ll smote you

The sea appears calm
Jacques Cousteau slaps his scrod meat
Brings sharks to the yard

Turn around three times
Now three times the other way
Now hunch out a coil

VHS and Darth...
They're out of the chute and off!
Smells like time to flush.

so i would say i
am expressing depression
over a damn website

i just do not want
to feel obsolete when so many
of my gen are dead

by bad choices

i feel dead already
i dont want to go out
i just want to leave

its a team effort
family, young and old
working together

we have forgotten

i dont want to go
back, i dont want to respond
but damn it all to

hell im going away
because someone thinks i should
be dead for an agenda

the young always think
if those older folks were out
of the way they could

change the world. we all
die, we are in this togethet
now kindly freak out

i feel a strong real
life urge of regret having
come back to this place

I come here in peace
Sharing family tradition
Announcing our farts

Last hole you were in
You contracted syphilis
Better check your dink

might as well ramble
on, we are all in this same
mess together now

sometimes anger just
happens, then we move on or
let others do so

we all end up in
a hole sooner or later
what we do before

we get there...priceless

words can wound, words can
heal, old age will be the same
others shall mock thee

react, jump, react
we are all spinning, we all
die, we all live too

You dumb dinosaur
Obsolete and soon extinct
Don't you know....time's up?

Your tiny little brain
Only knows about violence
As a solution

Scared of the green deal
And people who aren't white bread
Oh I pity you

Scared little bunny
The world is changing so fast
And you can't stop it

Go back to your hole
You can't save anything bub
Not even yourself

You are unneeded
Except for washing dishes
And feeding the worms

i try not to think
of frogs, the thought just might make
me jump out at flies

shaking off the crust
of too much rusty poem
that old samsara

Was that thought allowed?
God, are you listening?
Insect frequency

Sit on a park bench
Allow birds to perch on you
Coat dink with birdseed

Burn all poetry.
The only thoughts you should have
are those I allow.