Thy hast no defence, no charms or talismans,
No wall, erected by man’s hands, can halt the advance,
There’s no prayer thou can raise to a sky-bound deity,
No deal wouldst be made, no salvation in piety,
If thy name hast been chiselled upon yon monolith,
That hast stood for eternity on the banks of the Styx,
Where all victual indiscretion is recorded in living stone,
Then thy moment will come, it’s a matter of time,
No matter the scale of thy digestive crime,
Everyone must be judged by the man at the wheel;

When the fart truck cometh.

The Driver cannot be bargained with, or bribed or cajoled,
He’s impervious to pain and your pleas for thy soul,
He cares not, he judges, for that is his duty,
He’s rules all the gases that come out of thy booty,
He hast no conscience, no guilt or empathy,
He judges with cold calculation, no discrimination,
Noble or peasant, he makes no distinction,
He hast no concern for thy status, or walk of life,
Whoever thou are he gives zero fucks,
(And He doesn’t like walking, he’s got a nice truck)
All men will be judged the same;

When the fart truck cometh.

So beware mortal beast, for that’s all thy truly are,
We don’t like to think that, it seems quite bizarre,
But mankind is no different than the beasts of the field,
When thy gases build up, thy butthole must yield,
Take heed of what thy ingests, for what goes in must come out,
All reactions are equal and opposite, a wise man once said,
Just after he farted, killed his dog and stumbled off to bed,
In our conquered world, we no longer cower in the dark,
We have little to fear with the exception of sharks,
But thou can never be sure of;

When the fart truck cometh.

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