A build up bubble,
Created in the lower half,
Began to expand in the stomache,
Stretching out the pants,
When beginning to release,
Squeezing the butt cheeks together,
Sliding out slowly,
Feeling as if it's hot as ever,
Silent but deadly,
They always say,
It happened to slip out,
Now I've ruined someones day,
The smell is as grotesque as could be,
It happens to linger,
Where it is I may be,
The smell hits the nostrils of others,
So I just look around,
Wondering what the smell is,
Just like the patrollers,
Passing out,
Leaving the room,
We need oxygen masks,
Or something strong,
As in a lot of blankets,
But that could do a lot of harm....
The highways and byways are sinister conduits,
governed by wanton individuals constantly on the
prowl,
While unsuspecting maidens rev back and forth,
completely unaware of the dirt that lurks,
People will pay bumper cars to get their attention,
or conjure up an unexpected detour
to take them off their beaten path,
to a desolate shore,
Whether the victims are old or young,
attractive and aloof,
a glimpse on their radar automatically
puts some women on their hot list,
The hidden voyeurs take turns to harrass on various shifts,
A female traveler automatically becomes the target
of the Patrollers' rouse,
If they are not alert,
there is no telling what they might lose.