I Eat You

I eat you, I eat you, I eat you so well I f a r t you, I f a r t you, you surely do smell I s h i t you, I s h i t you, and now as I spoil it I flush you, I flush you, around-down the toilet. I never did like you, that no longer matters For all that remains are a few greasy splatters I killed, cooked, and ate you; you lacked a rescuer And now you are wending your way through the sewer.