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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.
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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
Copyright © 2003 by Kim Broussard
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