Down the NJ turnpike, you see signs for the GWB
Simultaneously let loose a fart launching a marble into your undies.
you are fine, though your intestines are ready to flow,
Home is so close, 30 minutes to go
Suddenly the most unholy of sights,
Miles and miles of bright red tail lights.
head dropping to your steering wheel sitting in paralyzing fear,
“What will I do with this load peeking out my rear?”
sweating and clenching as you inch right along
pooping in the middle lane?, would it really be so wrong?
45 minutes have passed, you are out of time,
That last fart you ripped let out a brown stinky slime
Swinging open the door faster than Marty McFly in the deloreon,
clearly this poop will in no way be boring.
hopping over the rumble strips tearing off your jeans
Up the guard rail your puckering butthole swings
Hundreds watching shock and awe in their gaze,
barely given a thought in your brown poopie haze.
Finishing fast and realizing your in big trouble,
No toilet paper available only a big mound of trash and rubble.
bunny hopping over, finding an oldlottery ticket,
Noticing ‘not a winner’, quick wipe then you flick it
done and finished you let out a sigh,
wiping the sweat trickling down your thigh.
Who gives a damn what these people think,
one more dump will not worsen the New Jersey Stink.
rememeber when time for traveling does come,
Ensure you emptied out the residual poop from your bum