A fish in a dish unable to relish,
Now it's eating my cheek.
Good lord god why me a rod,
Must through my rear leak?
A bengali man always a fish fan,
Now half my jaw is gone.
How come a mutated fishy scum,
Looks like a delicious prawn?
Maybe the masala or coca cola,
Had poison in it or some shit.
A holy hindoo without a clue,
I risk volunteering vomit.
This my fault whiskey with malt,
Maybe it's just a bad dream.
The fish is probably causing acid,
Tomorrow on my rear need cream.
If I fart today yes I may,
The smell will start a war.
The undigested fish dish smell,
Of fresh feces from afar.
A shock like this break peace,
In digestion cessation I seek.
I protest against the law, rest
The weak needs for a week.
