I will throw my shit, let's face it,
I'm cornered like a rat.
Even my balls are exposed to the cruelty,
No respect for my erstwhile hat.
I fling a turd far, it plops to the ground,
I see the parabolic arc it took.
If only the enemy was in the trajectory,
It would've made him a spook.
The smell I know is bad, really really bad,
Sort of in a nightmarish way.
Even my farts can kill a village,
If nose not blocked with clay.
