Oh let it flow,
A river of poop does grow,
Never does it come slow,
It seems my internals do out blow…
No over the counter drug can stop it,
This river of liquid shit,
It’s hard to believe all of that comes out of me,
Thankfully the use of the sewer system is free…
If this you do find disgusting,
My body with diarrhea busting,
But who else can speak of it with humor,
God though how I wish it all was just for me a rumor.
© -ed- 4/2/19
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It's a waste!
But we got to have it checked it out.
Then say, "What's up doc?"
It's NOT pretty but....!
That's life!
PS: Thanks for the write. I for one need to have a check-up, mate.
budd
Love ya!
Jane
whether it's day or night.
And I'll say this about your poem,
it was truly a shitty write.