The Greasy Beast

Mexican last night was quite the feast.
But now I’m harbouring a monstrous beast.
To boot, the gas is far from discreet.
A sickening scent of the ex-meat.
Soon I’ll blast the brown grease!

I’m not looking forward to this unloading.
I’m filled with a sense of foreboding.
But my bowel is filled with burrito and tortilla.
This dump is going to be a real killer.
Porcelain will receive an exploding!

It rockets out like a thunderous typhoon.
The force alone makes me swoon.
I’m sweating bullets and dropping bombs.
Hell is where this shiz comes from.
But the real beast is my bare pale moon.

Pure Pooetry

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