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When The Jesus...

When the Jesus wakes to

take a piss in your mouth

don't pout

When the Lord drops his load

in the middle of your road

don't shout

When Vishnu and Ganesha

take a shit on your chest

Be strong

When Buddha vomits

all over your bonnet

Be calm

Because Life is whore

Living a chore and

waiting for death

a merciless bore,

But here you are now,

the end far from near;

You can't take a bow-

You might as well

Fuck it the best

without an arrest.


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'Hope, you don't have to use it on your wedding night.'

She handed the pistol to Hope, right after the vows, right before the reception.

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