96 Hours

At the moment it’s not very likely at all, that I’ll ever be able to leave the toilet stall.

For the past 96 hours I’ve done nothing but explode. The rain of pain has done nothing but erode.

Oh my poor coight it copped so much abuse, all we ask for is one solid deuce.

But as time has worn on things have begun to firm, I’ve manged to squeeze out a small brown butt worm.

This I’ve just done and it feels so great, 96 hours of rain hopefully my cure awaits.

Pure Pooetry

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