I shit myself today, (true)
To see if I still stain.
I focus on the smell,
The only thing that's real.

The skid marks tear a hole,
The old familiar stench.
Try to wipe it all away,
But I remember everything.

What have I become,
My smelly friend?
Everyone I know,
Runs away in the end.

And you could have it all,
My empire of poo.