Soaring high from a mega rectal blast.
The fuel from this is all in my past.

About a week ago I filled up my gas tank.
Like making deposits at the brown bank.

See the shitty clouds trailing far behind me.
I’m leaving chemtrails on this pooping spree.

I make my own brown brand of skywriting.
From the ground it must be quite the sighting.

The fart blast is weakening, it’s time for landing.
But in this part I was shitty in planning.

Luckily as a backup I have a parachute.
I packed it tightly in my poop chute.