A Hell of a Time

My stomach grumbled telling me it was time. All the caffeine I consumed had my bowels primed.

So I made my way to that porcelain chair, where I can open my bowels and make stink in the air.

There was quite a noise as the nuggets exploded. A smell that was thick like a dead body eroded.

I couldn’t tell you how many shots were fired, all I know is now I’m tired.

This isn’t the end is all I can say. I know I’ll be back with more severe rectal spray.

Pure Pooetry

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