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>i'm a pig
>and i smell bad
>mr. smothers is my god
>and that's what he says
>he's always right
>i kiss his ass
>i suck everything down into my guts
>i never shit
>my body is greedy
>there's nothing i can do about it
>i'm bloated
>i'm soft
>i weigh 349 pounds
>i'm fat scum
>i despise myself
>i'm sitting here in the pink pajama bottoms my mom gave me when i was 15
>they still fit
>i hate them, but i wear them
>they're caked up around the crotch with various foods that i dripped and old sperm i never wiped up
>my sperm is sweet
>a lot of that sperm is there now because of mr. smothers so i like it
>i like to break it off in chunks and grind it between my fingers thinking about him
>then i feel disgusted with myself, but i like feeling that way for him
>i'd like for him to take a shit on my face while i lay on the sidewalk and people crowded around and laughed
>he'd point down on my face and tell them how i deserved it and they'd laugh again in agreement with him
>i'd feel good
>i like to feel good
>i like to touch myself especially when i pretend i'm someone else
