I’ve had enough of this stinkin’ place.
Never again do I wanna see your face.
This person in particular I sorely detest.
Seeing you step in shit, that is my quest.
I can’t take your diarrhoea of the verbal kind.
Keep your BS with your pants so slimmed.
So I make an escape to the loo.
There I unload my number two.
The fecal flow is quite slow but that’s okay.
More time away from any shitty dismay.
Now this place really does stink.
Because I birthed this fecal rat-fink.
That’s your new name, you rodent punk bitch.
I bet in your pants you have a pooey itch.