A Deadly Weapon
Sometimes I fart like an AK-47
People run for cover in fear
With panic on their distorted faces
They can tell my end is near
Not from a fear of death they run
It's the indescribable odour
Something must have died in there
Smells like a backend loader
No need to fret no need to worry
An air freshener should do the trick
If that doesn't work maybe try
Burning some incense sticks
Bottom line is, it's all about bottoms
And mine's the one in question
The AK-47 thing is meant to alleviate
Unwanted traffic congestion!
© Jack Ellison 2012
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