Goat Fucker (by Jimmy Boom Semtex)

Goat Fucker (by Jimmy Boom Semtex)
There is a man called Mr Koosar
Who came from very far
He claims to be Egyptian
Tho is far from a man
With a fetish for goats
Every damn time he gloats
Fucking them all day long
While singing a merry song
Each goat a bright colour
But some are a bit duller
He jams his small dock
Up their loading dock!
Filling his goats with cream
This is Mr Koosar’s desert dream
Back in his barbaric land
He roamed the hot sand
Searching high and low
For goats to fuck long and slow
There is no law in the desert
So he ends in a big squirt
And does the same in America
Practicing the wrong esoterica
Raiding zoos by night
Ignoring the tiger’s might
And the lion’s roar
Just to make a goat sore
Buggering them right and left
Forgetting the animal’s theft
To satisfy his illegal lust
Never noticing a lady’s bust
Nor her delicious pussy
Or renting a hussy
It was always his choice
That made Mr Koosar rejoice
Being a goat grinder
Needing no reminder
On what or who he was
Never giving a because
For he was a molester
Not giving gals a pester
It was rape the goats hard
And not giving a yard
For he would die for this
If the cop didn’t miss
Goat fuck like an Egyptian!
Recalling a pyramid inscription
Where goats fucked people
Now he was the steeple
A wannabe man and God
One man goat fucker squad
Ignoring natural karma
Unlike a local farmer
Whose goat went missing
He caught them kissing
And shot Mr Koosar dead!
Two shots to his head
Goats were thus saved
From being depraved
And the world was free
How we danced with glee
At this great news
While drinking booze
In a party till dawn
When we did yawn
And finally sleep
There was no more creep
Mr Koosar the goat fucker’s gone
Dawn of a new aeon!

Wake up Cliché

Wake up Cliché

I reach the packed train

Where I read my book

While travelling to work

Thru the congested city

Avoiding the rush hour

So dreaded and bad

Traffic fumes killing you

A joy for us workers

Who keep this nation going

While the fat leaders

Sleep in their penthouses

Relax in their glass houses

And rule us via ivory towers

While we take the bus or train

Or drive our mid range family car

Enduring the rat race

With no escape but two:

An early death from stress

Or retirement slow to die

Remembering your mouthy boss

Who hated everything

Yet he still did his job

Working for his own boss

Who worked for his boss

And so went the system

Office worker clones galore

In skyscrapers and call centres

All the same and a number

A little statistic on a ledger

Some clerk noting if you were late

And how many sales you got

Part of the gray system

So hated and loathed by all

Even its mythical creator

Whose name no one knows

Office God who we fucking hate

Wear a shirt and pants and shoes

No individualism allowed here

Especially among government workers

Harassed low level bureaucrats

Part of the system of enslavement

The system we all bloody hate

For people are waking up

And want to be free

Free from rules and laws

Not being told what to do

Or working for the Rothchild/Soros system

We will rebel and take to the hills!

Not go to work on Monday

Go and live amongst nature

In a quiet mountain cave

Or in a lush green forest

Where nobody will find us

And forget your gray corporate world

And its clones droning along

Who work hard for their fat bosses

And die young and hate life

In a world of greed and selfishness

Where money and egos rule

And failure is not tolerated

Nor is being different

And thinking out of the box

People break free from this world

Take up the challenge

And rebel right now

Shut down the city by vanishing

And going to live our dreams

And finally be free

Bogozoid!

no no no no! no way did that happen hehe. no no no... i did a poem on it... read below lmfao. no, in not sorry...

Bogozoid!
I had a wee wee!
The bog smelt of stale piss
This reminded me
Of stale pussy!
Dog awful smell
Why I will NEVER ever
Lick a dirty one
But being pissed
I wanted squid
And popped a tin
And had a feast
Or half…
…for there was only two
With one spine
And one beak
Not four big ones!
Jammed in a tin
With big fat bodies
Attached to horrible tentacles
Yet then there were no beaks…
I sulked all damn day…
She on the island
Has a jar of beaks for me
I wish she would hurry here…
And bring me a real live squid too
For I want calamari squid rings
A whole damn dish
All to myself!

Forbidden

Forbidden
The Egyptian liked goats of all types and colours
Just like the Turkish leader who absolutely adored them

Both had a fetish for it
And risked jail if caught

Tho Erdogan the Goat Fucker was in charge
Would he jail himself?

And the Egyptian was also gay
Was Erdogan the Goat fucker homosexual?

Both were bastards and hated internationally
The Turk was the victim of a failed coup

It was a shame the rebel Vipers never splashed his jet
His assassination would of saved so much stress

He remained in power and now fucks his goats
Just like the Egyptian who also shags goats

Giving them a right good grind
When he’s not taking it up his arse

Or sucking off his security guard
Maybe the Turk and Egyptian will get together

Then the world will tremble with laughter
Two goat fuckers together

One definitely gay according to informed sources
Who have it all on High Definition video

Danny

Danny
Daniel answer the phone!
SHUT UP!!!
Daniel the cops are calling!
SHUT UP!!!
Hello my name is Nick from the NYPD
SHUT UP!!!
I want to speak to Danny
SHUT UP!!!
You’re under arrest for being called Daniel
SHUT UP!!!
For selling drugs to children
SHUT UP!!!
For having illegal pistols and ammunition
SHUT UP!!!
For torturing and killing puppies
SHUT UP!!!
For kidnapping and raping your own sister
SHUT UP!!!
For tasering a police dog on your failed arrest
SHUT UP!!!
For being a violent psycho who preys on the innocent
SHUT UP!!!
For threatening your mother who loves you dearly
SHUT UP!!!
For being one of the bad ones since birth
SHUT UP!!!
Get ready to run Danny
SHUT UP!!!
We’re coming for you now
SHUT UP!!!
Right fucking NOW!

Choo Choo

Choo Choo
Freight train left the station
TURD AWAY!
Passenger train left the station
TURD AWAY!
Ammunition train left the station
TURD AWAY!
Big shit down the bog
MY TUBES ARE EMPTY!
Till next time…

How Much!

How Much!
I once lived in a house in Glasgow
If was full of people
Toe to fucking tail
Jammed to the fucking rafters!
Like Pakis in a transit van or Datsun car!
And run by a big fat woman who ran the joint mama-san style

There were two gay sailors
A lazy Indian illegal immigrant who sold his grandmother
There was the sailors’ girlfriend who both shared
There was a girl who was deaf but could sing

I took a fancy to three French exchange students
Who rented a small room
They fucked and sucked me till I was exhausted

Mama-san was cash hungry and always after more
She lost it all when there was a big fight
The bisexual sailors started it when drunk
Their dumb blond girlfriend walked out
Then the students ran off crying
I’m glad I’d just fucked them all!

The lazy Indian illegal got worried
I’d threatened to grass him up!
He ran out naked and got into his Datsun Cherry
Away was last seen heading to London

Then there was just me and the big fat mama-san
She lifted up her skirts and offered herself to me
I shook my head and ran to my room
I pushed the wardrobe behind the door
Then packed my bag and fled thru the window

The mama-san lost everything
Why? Because she was fucking greedy!
How much!