Smells Like...

I grant entry to anything disturbing and

Truth can bite me in the a*s

If I ask politely.

And then I find a bottle of

Something that smells liquor-ish.

It reads to me,

"Stand aside little man, you should have bent down to touch the can."

So I did what it said, and I picked up the can,

But this time it smelled like anus,

And it read to me,

"You weep like a cowardly girl, and I will make you happy if you give me a whirl."

So I did.

I drank the liquid.

I apologize for saying this, but it tasted wonderful

Despite the smell.

 

Now I sit in a comfortable chair

Bare chested and

Hopefully

I will find some more of this tasty beverage

That smells like anus

Because now I can't stop drinking it.

I don't know what you call that addiction.

I'm not even sure what the liquid is made out of.

The can has no ingredients on it.

 

I went flying one day

And saw a bottle,

And it read to me,

"Poetry is transportation to Hell. I'll give you good luck if you perform this spell...under the ingredients."

Well, a spell,

In air.

Good luck is good.

So I performed the spell...under the ingredients.

And everyone in the plane died.

Now I feel lucky, don't I?

Because the plane started to fall from the sky

And I knew that I was gonna die

Until...

I saw that beautiful can that smelled like anus

And after I finished the can of mysterious liquid

I accepted death

And was finally happy with my life.

Author's Note

I hope this is humorous and not disgusting, but I can't control how any of you feel anyway.