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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