Careless Carriage Crap

Excuse me bitch, would you mind not farting?
It smells so rank, I think you are sharting.

This train carriage is too small for us both.
I’m certain you’re making a brown growth.

These windows don’t open, I’m trapped with your stink.
I’d throw up already, if only there were a sink.

Though I will say, you must have balls of steel.
To drop a load while the train spins its wheels.

If only I had the confidence like you.
Nowhere would be safe from my poo.

So if this is true, and you’re doing a poo.
How will you wipe, so far from the loo?

Pure Pooetry

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