After lunch , quarter til. People moaning WHAT'S THAT SMELL? People stare, I don't care but I need new underwear Grotesque flatulence seeping from the crack Torturous aroma launching its attack. Little demons escaping hell I had myself a farting spell. Diarrhea flowing out, wretched smells all about Poisonous gasses ripping me apart You know what they say NEVER TRUST A FART! SHIT MY PANTS SHIT MY PANTS OH NO I SHIT MY PANTS!