Satan In My Bowels

Satan in my bowels All I can say is 'ow' Cringing and churning My biscuits are burning I’m praying for relief Some sort of lanolin leaf Wondering why I wasn’t born Before the devil had horns Squatting in the bush Mourning my tortured tush Asking when trees portend Charmin is our friend So if you hear me cry Shouting Jalapenos must die Remember that camping is fun Except when nature’s on the run