National Candy Day

No point in pretending that you’ve gotta go now.

Only a little of what you ate actually came from a cow.

You’re about as backed up as a bouncer at a concert.

And dreading what you know most assuredly is gonna hurt.

Better straighten up, grip the bar, and lift those clothes up off the tile.

‘Cause your rectum’s gonna slosh around like a croc going up the Nile.