It came and took over
As would a malodor
On to consume
Extends across a room

Par for the course
Being on a high horse
With the big I am here
Mounted cavalier
Is the brazen arrogance
Of that stench of confidence

To sight and speech
An air of all knowing
Bloated with aplomb
Dropping f-bombs

Quite strong
Right or wrong
With an haughty indifference
Congested by self-importance
Is this pompous condition
Of no mental constipation

In the pursuit of vainglory
This complex of superiority
Fill of piss and vinegar
Is all mouth no trousers

Like that unleashed
In an involuntary release
Of breaking wind
With a corprophogous grin
The ease curmurring
Silent be deadly

Bold as brass
Passing gas
Catching the attention
As would a whoopee cushion

This call in nature
Smoothed airbrush of a boxer
Has on the rectum scale
Favors swollen heads to prevail
As the reek of its bullshits outgo
Leggo my ego

Doubt be the smart
That cut the fart
Of this buttock bassoon
Overblown toilet tune

Too clever by half
Not to choke on its own barf
His ass in gear
No smell of fear
It raises up the scent
With words of flatulence

When its pants don't split
Leave a bucket of spit
Of something furiously to think
Making bigger its stinks