My cheeks approached the toilet seat, and before they planted out came my grief.
A mammoth mound of sour mash, landed in the bowl with a mighty crash.
If only I wasn’t forced to wait. This torrent wouldn’t have burst through the gate.
The previous user I cannot blame, when I have such incredible aim.
But if I missed things would have turned tragic. I would have used my black fecal magic.
The previous user would have felt my wrath. Tormented forever from my exploding ass.