His face looked funny
As he walked in the door
So much tobacco packed in his ass
He thought it couldn't hold anymore.
He grunted and groaned
As he sat in the can
Trying to crap it out
He felt like less of a man.
The stuff he packed
Slowly began to move
But the mini bic moving slowly
To him did not soothe.
It flicked and it lit
As it came to his rim
Combined with the gases
It was a quick end to him.
The moral of this story
When you put flame next to gas
Make sure you wrap it
Or you'll burn your ass.