I was told my head was up my ass.

I knew that this would come to pass.

The words that came had no class

They had the stench of real bad gas.

And so I will remain this way

Until the all clear comes one day.

Better to have my head up my ass

Than to breathe someone else’s really bad gas.

It seems an odd way to end

But on this I won’t bend.

I have been this way once before

And I swore I’d travel it no more.