I am now worried.
Rap-haiku fusion's a sign
of the Apocalypse.

Also that I have
horrific diarrhea
and my asshole burns.

I bet it's swollen
and looks like a pink donut
with glaze and sprinkles.

Where's my cell phone?
I'll take a picture of it.
Just for vhs.

Oh, but I forgot.
He said he's not coming back.
And he never lies.