the sun is shining, the weather is sweet
I just puked in the toilet because I smelled your feet.
They smell like eggs, and rotten meat,
left to ferment in a bag of wheat.

The bacteria tossed and turned.
If I lit a match, the gas would have burned.
methane, oxygen, kerosene and sperm,
don't take your shoes off is what I have learned.

You may collapse where you are,
in the middle of a fight, or at the bar.
If you smell those stinky things,
you will run far.

So pay attention to this tale that I tell
a warning, to keep you alive and well.
Unless you want to say 'I passed out and fell.'
don't subject yourself to that raunchy-ass smell!



ha! I can rhyme too!

Penned by my hand on the 24th of Chronos, in the year 270 AF.