Floating
on the surface of poorly done leftovers
down
inside a toilet above the septic pipes
there
it sat comfortably among the yellow waters
a
little brownish blob of captivating flies
To
defecate he thought it was to decompress
he
hardly ever needed to stay in there for long
but
solid as a rock it came to suppress
his
ass' fartly song
He
moaned and blushed and pushed with steel determination
to
lead his constipation to total termination
Suddenly
wishful thinking began to form a mass
As
echos in the room produced uncanny gas
Coming
from somewhere between the poor man's hairy ass
He
startled jumped and loosened his body's bottom hole
and
saw his makings down there, looking them as a whole
The
turd stared back at him and there he had a hunch
Granting
him specious information about the latest lunch
Corn
and tomato colored with shades of fresh cut spinach
Should
he consider eating for next time a packet full of peanuts?
He
got up, cheered a bit and then he started flush
Hitting
the shite he had delivered, holding a toilet brush
Thus
having executed complete evacuation.
Now
savors of a feeling of utter relaxation.
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