There are three things in life that we all must do:
We all have to work ... We all have to pay taxes ... And we all ... have to fart!!
Have you ever gotten on the train, and got a little wiff of something? As you look around at the body language of the passengers, you noticed that some of them got their hands over their noses. Others are looking around as to say, Don't look at me joker!! I didn't do it!! And, some are acting as if they don't smell anything, when they know doggone well ... somebody ... done laid some "weapons of mass destruction" up in there!! Then you say to yourself, Hmmm ... I wonder who pooted? Well, in the poem "Alright, Who Did It?", a poor guy loses total control of himself. And, as a result, there's evidence that he had a really bad case of gas.
Alright, Who Did It?
Hi, I'm just a passenger Tryin' to get from Point A to Point B I've got a special present for everyone Just wait and you'll see
It's something that you can't touch But you'll know that it's there It'll make its round to everyone And circulate in the air Alright! Who did it? 'Cause I know it wasn't me It must have been that lady Who transferred from the D Don't look at me I didn't break any wind That crap is so strong It's making my head spin What in the world Did you have to eat? Cottage cheese, collard greens Rice and beans or pig feet Dag, someone on this train Keeps passin' gas Please stop fartin' Act like you got some class! Conductor! Conductor! Open up the train door I can't hold on to these turds any longer They're heading for floor