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.