All alone am I
Ever since it slipped by
All alone, with just the sweet of my fart
People all around
But they're all exit-bound
They all fear repeating of my fart

No use in trying to shake hands
For I'd be shaking only emptiness
No use in squelching other rips
For room already smells like pool of cess [1]

All alone am I
Ever since it let fly
All alone with smell of feet and of fart
There's no one around
For they all fled that sound
For the door, they're speeding from my fart

Why did I sit on wooden bench?
Thought I could sneak it past my rear again
Not even Glade can kill the stench
Even if snuck it past your ear again

All alone am I
Even though I look sly
All alone, and left on seat: stain of fart
All survivors downed
Even the air is browned
Feat discrete: retreating from my fart!



[1] i. e. "cesspool". I used this footnote instead of a dictionary link because "cess" by itself doesn't seem to mean this. They say it's Irish for "luck." Not sure if I'd want to have this "luck o' the Irish" lol.