And did you get what
you wanted from this life, even so?
I did not.
And what did you want?
To call myself a bear, to feel myself
out and proud on the earth.
I am the Shitpig and I need to douche
While my husband is working at Deloitte & Touche
I get out the vinegar and baking soda
Anything to help me with my odor
I pour in some ammonia, some carbolic and bleach
Whoops I just expelled it with a queef
I'm a bit smelly like a monger of fish
I get seagulls who can't resist my quiff
I use Brian's shopvac, to rooter out my clam
My last Pap smear came back "ham"
I connect my coochie to the woodshop vent
Some Detroit African Americans were drawn by the scent
I've got cheese, my vaginal flora is out of control
It's like the Amazon is growing in my hole
I have to admit it, my axe wound is stank
A yeast just said to me "Hi there, I'm Frank."
My vag is an outcast, I was fired by my gynecologist
He said what I really needed was a zoologist
I've got worms, voles, crabs and fleas
Jacques Cousteau explored the hole where I pee
He sent the Calypso in, just to look about
There were cetaceans, crustaceans and three kinds of trout
"Sheetpeeg," he said, "you need to clean your hoo-haa."
"Or I am afraid your cunt will be taken over by barracuda."
Shitpig said "I've lost 100 pounds"
Spanky thought "but you're still completely round"
Shitpig said "Hon, I'm on a diet"
Spanky thought "if you could catch a buffalo you'd fry it"
Shitpig said "I work out constantly"
Spanky thought "but your panties grow larger persistently"
Shitpig said "I look good in my little dress"
Spanky thought "Little? That'd be too big on a T-Rex"
Shitpig said "my dinner tonight is some steamed lettuce"
Spanky thought "with our grocery bill Amex will come and get us"
Said she "I got control of my eating habits"
Spanky thought "yeah right and I'm not a total faggot"
Shitpig queefing in her pance
Shuffling druggie undie dance
Her bloomers fluffing with a stink
The only part of her not pink
Brown and black and spotted yellow
Good ol' Spanky, lucky fellow
Panty odor from a strange dimension
Most effective birth prevention
Splatters like a horror scene
Leaking from her horrid bean
Steel belted not elastic
Wee-wee smells like burning plastic
The Saville went down to Georgia, he was looking for a dick to suck
He was in a bind, AMEX payments behind, so he was tryin to make a buck
When he came across this manlet sucking on a penis and sucking it hot
So the Saville rolled up in his rascal and said “boy, let me tell you what”
“I guess you didn’t know it but I’m a skinflute player too
And if you care to take a dare I’ll make a bet with you
Now you suck pretty good penis, boy, but give the Spankster his due
I’ll bet a bottle of pills ‘gainst all my bills cause I think I‘m gayer than you”
The guy said, “my clan’s Akins, and it might be a sin
But I’ll take your bet, you’re gonna regret,
Cause I’m the best there’s ever been”
Livingston, you better suck dick like a vacuum cleaner
Cause pride’s broke loose in Georgia and the Saville loves a weiner
And if you win, you get this shiny bottle of Norcos
But if you lose, the Saville will foreclose”
Spanky eyed the local twinks and said I’ll start this script
And saliva dripped down from his mouth as he greedily licked his lips
When suddenly Shitpig showed up fuming, she was obviously annoyed,
Hun give those back, those are MY OPIOIDS”
You can’t go’ round betting my pills cause they’re not yours to possess
I need them for my undiagnosed MS!”
The Saville hung his head in shame cause he knew when he was beat
A wager without stakes can't be substantially complete
He should have stuck with classics like contests of penis measures
Because his cousin sweatpea’s like a dragon with her treasures
Rav4 in the drive through, cook boys cook
The Saville wants a meal and you’re on the hook
Shitpig in the kitchen picking up eggsuh
Her FUPA conceals a canyon of smegma
I took leave of my father's decrepit farmhouse in my modest Guatemalan automobile, making reasonable pace across a landscape bereft of anything resembling what I had come to know as modernity. I eventually I reached the general store, a flimsy wooden structure that emitted a dark cloud of smoke from a narrow chimney.
Two locals sat outside in the midday sun, accomplishing nothing and seemingly content in their doing so. Their bestial stupidity, likely the result of generations of inbreeding and race-mixing, was apparent in both their appearance and vocabulary.
My eyes were immediately drawn towards the words emblazoned above the door. These words perplexed me in such a manner that defy ordinary description, I shall not repeat them here, for I fear that anyone who stumbles upon this tome will meet the same fate as I should they read them. I have not slept in weeks, as I have tried in increasing desperation to decipher the true meaning of that inscription. I fear it is pointless. The fate of this city slicker is sealed.