SFOG GASM IS EVIL
GASM, oh you felt to me just fine
until you trimmed your breaks
over the last line right before the last
hill ended. Oh GASM, if I sit in your back,
To the medic is where my butt will be tended.
Wooden planks stretch for almost a mile,
and you fall from 120 feet in the air.
But how come when the seatbelts
destroy my privates, its rambling
trains dont seem to care?
Damn you, GASM, I wish you were like
my girlfriend and would give me a GASM.
Yet, even that is a rare thing,
and while I walk away from your grasp,
the doctors hand I will clasp,
and I will yell with a voice full of rasp,
Go to hell, GASM, go to hell.