"Poem about bastards" by Zhang Zongchang
You tell me to do this, He tells me to do that. You're all bastards, Go fuck your mother.
You tell me to do this, He tells me to do that. You're all bastards, Go fuck your mother.
Visiting Pengai Pavilion:
What a pavilion
Place is fucking nice
If the gods can get here
I’ll take a seat too
Have a drink by the window
Sing some songs to the ocean
Play some cards
I think I’ll get drunk
edit: Also, Prayer for Rain:
The sky god is also named Zhang
Why does he make life hard for me
If it doesn’t rain in three days
I’ll demolish your temple
Then I’ll have cannons bombard your mom
Another very astute poem:
From afar, Mount Tai looks blackish, Narrow on top and wide at the bottom. If you flipped it upside down, It would be narrow at the bottom and wide on top.