"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.

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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.
If only he wasn't a warlord...