Here I sit, Brokenhearted.

Came to shit, But only farted.

When I wipe, There's nothing there.

All I have, Is this rancid air.

When I get up, I feel it coming.

Down my leg, The shit is running.

Snatch the paper,  Must wipe my rear.

But on my hand, The feces smears.

Can't hold back, I'm gonna vom.

The bathroom floor, I throw up on.

In a panic, I slip and fall.

With my head, I hit the stall.