In the middle of a thick, wild and hairy battle.
I paused to release my ass of it’s fecal cattle.
All around a fierce rumbling sound.
The stall next door was crumbling down.
Ok, so this isn’t a full scale, world-ending war,
But my ass is Hell and is feeling quite sore.
Oh yes, this is a shit that could destroy a planet.
Its texture is a grimdark brown, like granite.
There’s a distinct aroma of a gassy substance.
Its flammable compound is in abundance.
A hazardous mass, it could explode any second now.
It would start an apoocalyptic reaction somehow.
I dare not light a match, not even to erase the smell.
For if I did, I’d condemn us all to a fiery fecal Hell.