I hope Kevin shits his pants

Oh, Kevin's feeling rough today,

Something’s off, I gotta say.

Another day, another chance,

I hope Kevin shits his pants.

He strolled in with a frown,

Looked like trouble’s been down.

Tummy churning, hopes so high,

Wishing clouds of chaos fly.

Oh, the urge is rising, can’t ignore,

Thinking mischievous thoughts galore.

Wouldn’t it be just so grand,

If Kevin lost control on demand?

Shit his pants, oh, what a scene,

Kevin’s agony, so mean.

Hope he feels the pain profound,

Turning laughter all around.

Lunchtime plans, a wicked scheme,

Dreams of chaos, like a meme.

Sometimes kindness takes a break,

Today’s not one of those, make no mistake.

Yeah, the moment’s near, I can see,

Kevin’s discomfort, pure misery.

Just a little, just enough,

To make his day feel pretty tough.

Shit his pants, oh what a scene,

Kevin’s pain, so keen.

Laughing hard, can’t contain,

Oh, just wishing him some strain.

It’s a prank, a childish jest,

No real hate, just a test.

But for now, I play my part,

Kevin’s downfall, stolen heart.

Hope he learns a thing or two,

Next time, maybe, think things through.

But today, I relish the chance,

I hope Kevin shits his pants