The Bowels Of Hell
What's that smell? What's that smell?
Vulgar and foul and straight out of hell.
I gag and vomit and gag even more.
If I know what's good, I'll close the damn door.
Close the door! Close the door!
I can't take anymore.
I've sprayed and cleaned and sprayed yet again.
Now the source of the smell is outside in the can.
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