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Gassy


Yeah, I am gassy

Most say its not classy

I cant say I care

Because its really not fair

To judge me on a body function

That everyone has but most do not embrace

They just hear me blow and make that disgusted face

 

Yeah I like my cabbage

Some call me a savage

But its natural and I know

They all wanna follow my flow

But society does not allow

My bowels to be heard

Without people muttering their disapproving words

 

Maybe I embarrass

My mother when we are out

If my body suddenly decides to shout

A tune that can carry at least 40 seconds

I consider it a talent, this flatulence I got

The scent packs a powerful shot

 

Rumble rumble and gurgle gurgle

The sound I know so well

A warning really, a kind of tell

That I am ready to explode

Get back, before I implode

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