The Anti-fart. The Anti-Fart.
I made him in my garage
Out of Dennis Miller Jokes
An Oprah DVD
And a Justin Beiber collage.
The farts didn’t come around so much
Once they knew the Anti-Fart was around
They gawked at sexy farts in fart-boy
While chill’en in Fart-Town
But one fart in Fart-Town
Was braver than the rest
His putrid stench granted the confidence
To put the feared Anti-Fart to the test
He barged into my living room like he owned the fuck’n place
He said, ‘Smelly’s here just as you feared
pull that Taco from your face!’
I said, ‘hold up, there’s something you outta know’
Smelly said, ‘I already know about the Anti-Fart
But I’m still run’n this here show’
He howled, ‘open your nostrils
Cause I came to stink and leave
You over there. You’re gonna gasp for air.
Now watch me roll up my fart sleeve’
The Anti-Fart appeared
Did a bunch of worthless Karate posses
He took a swing and Smelly ducked
Two people left with shirts over noses
After a while, it was only inevitable
That the Anti-Fart would win
Knowing he had the support of
Millions of uptight women
Smelly gasped and meekly sputtered,
“But I just wanted . . . to smell.”
The Anti-Fart replied coldly,
“Enjoy your one-way ticket to fart hell!”
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RandomThis is weird, unclassifiable stuff. Much of it centers around technical satire. There's some dream fiction in here also and a variety of experiments with the fictional writing structure and theme.
