First place or nothing

It oozes like a mudslide, followed by an audible breath.

The pungent smell will strike and make you wonder if there’s been death

Though not as loud as the Hershey squirter is in the stall next to you.

The photo finisher, with just one whiff, will wish he’d tied his shoe.

For he’d be hard pressed to think of a time he had smelled something so foul

As the eighteen point four ounce excrement that just exited from your bowels.