/lit/ - Literature

I puff the cigarette I'm holding
As beer and vomit mingle in my beard;
The tremors have my body folding;
My dreadful shits upon the bowl are smeared.

And oh! that dreadful odour born of Hell -
My company: the tough life and this smell.

I drink my Heiney deeply, diving
Down to each skunk ass–tasting drop,
Each rancid shit barely surviving;
Pursued by squirts and squeaks and plops.

And oh! the smell; no woman bearing
That wretched stench leaves me despairing.