"Why Does My Friend Have To Always Kill The Bathroom?" By Alexander The Poet 02.28.07

I happen to have a friend,
Who has a truly special gift
And it comes from his rear end,
And it tends to proceed real swift!

When he lies down on the floor,
With both his butt cheeks facing north
I know full well what's in store,
For it is stink, that he brings forth!

But when he begins to go,
In the direction of bathroom
I fear and totally know,
That the toilet will meet its doom!

His stench is quite powerful,
No air conditioning does help
It makes paint peel off the wall,
And makes the neighborhood dogs yelp!

He says 'chocolate knowledge',
Is what he simply does impart
But you don't need no college,
To know it's one huge deadly fart!

The smell lingers till no end,
And fills me with sadness and gloom
God damn it, Why does my friend,
Have to always kill the bathroom?

THE END