These Are Always Abysmal Works

To fly from the air, to throw out of a bag,
Escaping, seeing the difficulty, being easy,
Branded shitting, branded eating,
These are always abysmal works.

To pray, after the one who goes,
Sniffing away, someone's back,
To end there, wherever there is free,
These are always abysmal works.

Why, though, you smash,
For hazelnuts, or a bunch of walnuts,
Get past these, once my friend,
These are always abysmal works.

Hair cuckoo, rapier on turban,
Crazy and rabid cheapness,
The word is made up, take the lodge, give the cone,
These are always abysmal works.

She likes to show off, so does our sister,
She chews gum, pees and milks,
He beats your father, my father,
These are always abysmal works.

In a void, real burp,
Talking in godlessness,
In both drunkenness and godliness,
These are always abysmal works.