This wretched, stinking, shameful shit.
Has got me down, feeling the pits.

My bowels are void and utterly bleak.
Loss, despair, down a certain creek.

I turn and into the porcelain I stare.
This never-ending abyss, without care.

The solitude of my deployment zone.
Brings memories of a sickly home.

What was once healthy and solid mass.
Is now fertiliser seeping out from my ass.