Paying the High Price of Gas

I feel a blockage has occurred... It must have been all that stuffing and Turkey bird... The gurgles, the rumbling, the passing of gas... It’s beyond my control ,Oh dear, please let this pass... We have guests you see... So I don’t have the privilege to just get up and flee... No one should ever be in this state... And I should never have put so much on my plate... Cause now I’m paying and to my demise ... The rite of passage has been denied... I feel like I may blow up and explode... It’s times like this when you miss the commode...