A Poo-em
Let's talk about nightsoil
there's nothing like having a really good shit
nothing else comes close to pinching a loaf
and if the stank gets really bad
just burn a match or some toast
there's nothing like like dropping
a big fat pan cracking bog
nothing like backing out
a fresh healthy log
nothing like squeezing out
a brand new nard
eat plenty of fibre
so it never gets hard
the grunt
the stretch
the splash
the smell
its reeks
like we died
and went
straight to hell
manufacturing a stool
crimping and laying some cable
dropping the Cosby kids off at the pool
choosing the brown seat at the table
taking a dump
having a turd
bum cigars
Richard the third
all jokes aside
stay chilled and loose
cause stress is the enemy
of a well timed deuce
take your time
no need to rush
let it plop out
then wipe and flush
About the Creator
Brenton F
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Paralysis
She was there. Like she always had been, as if she were created immediately following the big bang. Waiting for him. Her long brown hair twisted and danced wildly in the lack of gravity. She was hauntingly beautiful, but her face was a look of terror and desperation. She mouthed wordless shouts, Ron only could assume she was yelling by the way the veins bulged in her neck.
By Jordan Flynn6 days ago in Fiction
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