Yes, I was abused.
By all five of my uncles.
They made me dress up.

Sometimes a French maid.
Sometimes the Easter Bunny.
Or Adolph Hitler.

They farted on me.
Mom got pics and videos.
And I was famous.

They kept the money.
Wasted it on crack and coke.
Then I ran away.

Became a hobo.
Riding town to town on trains.
And learned to fart back.

I learned from Rufus.
He taught me the ways of farts.
And to blast enemies.