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Pooetry

A Day at The Orifice

Upon the glorious throne, I sit.
To ponder life and take a shit.

I hardly slept last night a wink.
So I know this turd will surely stink.

It slowly snakes and leaves my ass.
A curling, brown, stinking mass.

An entry so smooth in the water below.
But a stink so bad like that of a foe.

The deed is done and its time to leave.
So I wipe and flush and then dry heave.

Pure Pooetry

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