Let One Rip.

At me he looked with a dead man stare.
Deep into his soul i looked and it was dead man bare.
He approached me walking like a vile sick zombie.
I was frightened like a baby deer, my eyes wide open like that cute cartoon baby deer called bambi.
Should i stay or should i run.
I sweat profusely in the warm summer sun.
He spoke to me with a coarse deep voice.
He said you come with me you have no choice.
My scared mind was thinking what to do.
He was getting closer, I could see his eyes they were coloured ocean blue.
I dropped my trousers then dropped a drop dead disgusting fart.
The zombie looking character stopped and grasped onto his cold evil heart.
And he yelled fucking hell.
The smell the smell.
He dropped onto the dry dusty ground.
He was dead and was on his way hell bound.
I pulled up my trousers and felt at peace.
And was glad that stinky fart from my hairy arse i did release.