There's a lizard on my ass, weird color it has,
It might even be a dinosaur.
All I know, my asshole clenched like a ho,
Can't fart freely like before.
It's intentions might be well, but you can never tell,
It can literally get inside my softy ass.
It's terrible as I see it, there's an impending ball of shit,
I can't forever hold the pressured gas.
Oopsie poopsie regularly the case,
My poop often loose like cheese feta.
Now this unholy ungodly lizard after my asshole,
I detect the smell of vendetta.
Or maybe it's my fart,
A turd now closer to the hole.
Will the lizard bite my poop,
Or interfere with its gravitational goal?
Verily to all 33 million deities I pray,
Then with the gods in tow, I relax the sphincter so.
I'll bury it in my sweet shit, yes, I see it fit,
I wouldn’t want to be tormented like so.
I let out a flurry of liquid shit, the lizard on top of it,
The match isn't over, and I shit some more, and more.
Clapping gods with consensual nods, and by force of fart,
I bury the son of a bitch lizard whore.
The winner usually takes all,
But I flush the shit with thanks,
I feel happy and goodly gay, yay,
The lizard dead in the septic tank.
