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.