Yo, we bitches need ways to relax when we are STRESSED

Like I watch The Bachelor and eat popchips while undressed

Some of you may bite your nails or give a stress ball squeezes

Some may pray the stress away, Hail Maryin’ to Jesus

Some feel better when they run or walk or bike or jog

Some of us are passive and rap stress out in a BLOG

If I was still in college I’d get drunk and wear a toga

But since I’m all adult and shit, I thought I’d TRY SOME YOGA

Now, I am not real flexible, this I’ve always known

The doctor told my mom, “This bitch is ACCIDENT-PRONE!”

I trip on every sidewalk crack, fall in every hole

Just the other day I fuckin’ ran into a POLE

My best friend loves that Bikram shit, she sweats right through her bras

There’s a time for sweat and twisting, bitch–it’s called MENOPAUSE

She kept tellin’ me that yoga would free all this stress I got

So I put my Lululemon on and GAVE THAT SHIT a SHOT

So I walk into the studio, I set up on the floor

“Your first time?” the teacher says

How’d she know that?!?

Whore.

The teacher dims the lights and we’re all ready to go

And I’m kinda gettin’ into it!  THANKS VINYASA FLOW!

I’m feelin’ pretty good!  And I’m posin’ like a child

And out of the blue, my stomach goes a little wild

‘Twas a quiet, peaceful moment, like that whole class was on mute

And before I knew what happened, I let out a big ol’ TOOT

I tried to play it off and quickly balanced on a block

But I looked around the room and these bitches were in SHOCK

I thought that yoga peeps were nice, with warm, forgiving hearts

But I guess that all just goes to shit the minute someone FARTS

I start to go in panic mode, my mind and thoughts are racing

And Im feelin’ like a dog that is fuckin’ DOWNWARD FACING

So I take a big deep yoga breath, and try to feel all Zen

And I get in chaturanga and I FUCKING FART AGAIN!

The girls all shoot me evil looks, they can’t believe my gaffe

There’s really nothing I could do, except of course, to laugh

So I try to hold my laughter in, but I kinda just cannot

So I do this mix of giggles, snorting, and a little SNOT

The bitch behind me shoots a look like, “How’d you find your way here?”

And I look up at the clock because I just can’t nama-stay here

Luckily the time was up, the class let out an OM

And I gather up my shit and I start to head hommmeee

I leave the yoga studio, laughing all the way

When I realize through my laughter that my stress had gone away

And I’m lookin’ on the bright side, maybe yoga’s kinda nice

I’m smiling and relaxed, and I ONLY FARTED TWICE

So I give my friend props, I guess yoga’s kinda neato

But next time that I go, I’ll skip the pre-yoga burrito

Namaste.