If you piss in the wind the world will smell like urine.
Don’t let this monkey hear of your parochial squabbles, your talk of golf and other mighty conquests is meaningless until you can face back to the trail of dead species, raped cultures, extinct tribes and fallow earth.
Don’t tell me how great you are, how fast your car is, how tall your buildings are.
Dont tell me how your dick is longer that everybody else’s - don't ever.
What characterless noise you make as a species, what emptiness hangs behind your words and beliefs.
The noise you make is loud enough to enter and corrupt the souls of others.
You whittle yourselves thin with vanity or gorge on dead things - more than you need.
Your blood is of no more worth to you than urine; you spill it without regard to the carrion, the grief that you leave in your wake.
You scatter your demon seed with thoughtless abandon.
You bitter and twisted humanity, you ugly and carnivorous hoards, plunderers and rapist of the world's rich harvest, by your own hand you will pay for your ignorance, you have been warned.
You piss in the wind, you piss on yourself.
Don’t let this monkey hear of your parochial squabbles, your talk of golf and other mighty conquests is meaningless until you can face back to the trail of dead species, raped cultures, extinct tribes and fallow earth.
Don’t tell me how great you are, how fast your car is, how tall your buildings are.
Dont tell me how your dick is longer that everybody else’s - don't ever.
What characterless noise you make as a species, what emptiness hangs behind your words and beliefs.
The noise you make is loud enough to enter and corrupt the souls of others.
You whittle yourselves thin with vanity or gorge on dead things - more than you need.
Your blood is of no more worth to you than urine; you spill it without regard to the carrion, the grief that you leave in your wake.
You scatter your demon seed with thoughtless abandon.
You bitter and twisted humanity, you ugly and carnivorous hoards, plunderers and rapist of the world's rich harvest, by your own hand you will pay for your ignorance, you have been warned.
You piss in the wind, you piss on yourself.
4 comments:
Soggy used world, filled with breeding puddles. You have hit on the stench of it, all to well.
He who pisses in the wind gets golden shower.
Pisces, are you a vegetarian?
I am not a Vegeterian - although I sometimes like to vegetate.
In my younger years, I was madly in love with a Vegan. Unfortunately, he also embraced a vegetative concept through the means of 'natural herbs' nearly to the brink of comatose.
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