I hear my stomach gurgle, it’s coming down again. 

I ain’t had fresh air for all of an hour 

I’m stuck in  Porcelain prison and my ass keeps shooting out. 

My stomach keeps on gurgling. I wonder what I ate.

When I went to Mexico, my friend said not to drink the water, but I ate a vendors taco just to taste the sand, Then I heard my stomach gurgle and I ran to find a throne 

I bet there are some locals that live with that unique flavor they’re going to enjoy that authentic cooking with a little toots and poots. I knew the risk and that’s why I can’t be free but my stomach keeps blowing and I’m stuck in here

If I can ever stand, if I get to wipe my butt, I bet I’d crawl into bed and sleep until the aftershock moved me again. I’d move back into the porcelain throne and flush away my blues.