Unbearable.

I remember that saying from the early days of being a child.
It was the going-response when a foul smell was on the prowl.

The phrase was used to halt suspicion; a verbal deflection from the smell emitter.
Still, it didn’t deter the gas that came to pass; farters aren’t quitters.

But farters are the ones who deal the gas,
then they announce the funk followed by a weak laugh.

The laugh ends with them saying, “It wasn’t me.”
To farters, the attempt to deflect is always key.

The air is assaulted and all of their peers realize quick–
It’s so obvious that the one who smelled it dealt it.

This phrase is re-emerging and I am not a child.
Kavanaugh assaulting women and being offended at the recollection is wild.
He cries foul.

Any chance that you saw SNL?
Matt Damon to the coffin was the nail:

The prez bragged about grabbing women by the “P,”
then defends Kavanaugh’s innocence; wanting me to believe.

He’s crying foul for the farting child because he smells a lot like him.
If the Judiciary man-pack can’t see past their scrotum sacks
our justice system is gravely grim.

Are you still praying to God for a situational hem? I am.
Because when it comes to respecting women, America doesn’t give a damn.

“They” are not alone in their actions, take a look around the world.
A lying male child is worth your while; to hell with an honest girl.

Do I take it personally? Yes, I do, just a little bit.
I’m like Janet Jackson – cock-eyed biases make me sick.

Get this right America, or that smell will lay claim to your ass,
I’m Qui
and America’s lack of wisdom is comparable to dirty-booty gas.

You think respecting women equally will unleash some kind of hell?
Consider that more women are voting for women to avoid sack smell.