every time I try to describe what I feel inside my belly buldges with gas
IAM flaberghasted by what to do about it i think I am afraid that if I loosen
the noose and let one loose it might mean I am full of hot air and I dare not
go there cuz that is a scare I dare keep scarce this propably sounds like a farce
of fart but when an ample ramble starts itz hard keeping my cheeks from ripping
into partz itz like the r got stuck at rector street and the voice of the
conductor is an old jewish mother, "this train is not going anywhere
unless u eat a muffin, preferably bran, but I don't care cuz you don’t listen
to me anyway"
