At the bar you spend your night, w
baseball playoffs are on everything is alright.
Quickly finishing a few beers washing down the fries,
Drink and eat somemore utill you feel it in the thighs.
the game is over and the night is through,
heading home happilly no thought of tomorrows number two.
jolting awake at 4am like a barreling train,
ur sphincter is holding back explosion like a rusty water main.
Up you sprint sweating from your panic attack,
quickly bending to sit but hear a loud smack.
Looking behind you in a state of wild fear,
The entire wall is covered in a giant doodie smear.
Your poor asshole never stood a chance to win,
In retrospect nuclear wings had done you in.
So before you throw back those beer and wings,
Think, "Does shit really belong on the shower curtain rings?"
Take it easy tonight while pounding them down
Lest you'll be painting the walls again, the wrong color, brown.