Being laid off won’t stop me from pooping
Doing some while on the clock is the best
But these poems will continue looping
Through everyone’s emails, texts and all the rest.
Max shared his fresh tuna, a big ass blue fin
Before that were hotdogs, chips and beer
A combination that makes this shit an unholy sin
Full of a stench that the righteous shall fear.
And that’s all I have to say about that
No need to wax on and smother you in detail
Even if this poo was quite long and fat
But I will say, my book is available in retail.