Wrong Striped Clothing

The waste, it broods, then quickly, it flows.

Yet the stench, it remains, and sours your clothes.

You thought you had yourself a nice photo finish.

Until you were met with that ill-fated squish.

Next time you crouch for that last second thrust.

Be sure it’s all clear for it surely will crust.

Because there’s nothing worse than an unseen attack.

From the underwear that took but would now like to give back