Belly’s cramped, it’s making bubbles.
Stay near the bog or I’m in trouble.
There’s nothing wants to stay inside
My neck is sore, my lips have dried.
Please fuck off and leave me to it,
I need to replen all me fluids
At least an hour since I last shat
But that don’t mean I’m gonna chat.
I’m wet and pissed off sweaty balls
I’m climbing every bedroom wall.
To celebrate day four of illdom
Stay in bed and scour my kingdom
Any thoughts of going out
Can fuck off!