It’s wet on my leggings, wet in my heart
The rain drops from the ceiling and pees in my fart

Can’t stop having never started
Nor breathe in this mask and it wasn’t me who farted

The wind takes my gas, body’s sins swirly twirly
When i think of my past i think i’m gonna hurly

Waiting in line for my Pikachu Pants
I sniff — what’s that? — The Smelly do their Dance

Father Time protrudes and grabs at my crop-top
Suck on a gobstopper, wish i could gob-stop

Peering through their dance, I notice something wrong
Alas! My friend! Where have you gone?