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Pooetry

250 P.S.I.

Feeling great pressure I opened the gate of chud. And filled the bowl with rectal mud.

It was backed with pressure about 250 P.S.I. It flew out at speed that made me cry.

KA-BOOM! it went and defiled the throne, with more defecation that it had known.

Now the gas has been vented I feel much better, but I don’t think my rectum has ever been wetter.

Oh no it seems I’ve ran out of paper. What shall I do to clean up this crater.

Perhaps I can flush with my cheeks on the lid, and create a vacuum to suck out the skids.

Pure Pooetry

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