A Heartbreaking Poem

There was a poor guy called Jose
He breathed through his asshole, not his nose
Poor little guy had no one to look after him,
since his parents departed.
Whenever he sneezed, everyone thought he farted.
One day he went to the park, to breathe in fresh air,
But all he could breathe was his assholes stench.
Tired and weary, he sat on a bench.
He suffocated, he died.
I know all of you'll cried.

Poor Jose :(