Stomach Bug
I knew it was over
When I started blowing
dry farts into the toilet
When you have the stomach flu
You must exercise extreme caution
With every fart lest you be doing laundry
To rid your pants of shit
Every fart is a possible landmine of gooey butt sludge
You'll run out of pants if you're not careful
Farts, usually heralding a comfortable satisfied feeling,
Are now your enemy
Yes, stomach flus can turn once beloved friends into enemies
That is the true evil behind its power
It completely destroys your ability to function
As a social being
Nobody wants to be around a shit pants man
And there’s no telling when that bell’s about to ring
So hunker down shitty fellow
And brace yourself for a lonely night
Of writing obscene poetry
For relief
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