Bad accident

I thought it was a fart but it turned into a shart

Everyone is staring but nobody’s caring

Not for me at least

I ran into the bathroom and blew up the stalls

Everyone is screaming as it echoes through the halls

Now I’m setting all by my self no toilet paper only my socks and self reflections

I can hear someone at the sink, I know by the tears they know it stinks

Blown the rivet’s out of the walls nothing is left of these stalls

Everyone’s grabbing their kids and heading for the doors

Trying to not slip on the water on the floors

I guess this could have ended up better

tossed my under shorts in the trash

The store clerk told me to leave

I approached my car and my friend ask what happened

I told him I lost my phone and I need him to go home

He said what’s that smell it smells like the Great Depression I can tell by his expression he knows what happen

I had better days

There’s gotta be better days

As we turn onto the streets that’s when it starts to leak

Another chaos is forming and I’m losing control, no underwear to hold back the blow

My friend got blown out that door

I had better days

There’s gotta be better days

Finally I am home and I take a shower but my present is left in the sink

My wife finds the treasure and divorces me quicker than smell that hit her nose.

Now I’m without hope and I can’t get clean

Too much to Taco Bell put me through hell