A Vulgar Display of Poower

How could my coight be so cruel? It’s emitting some sort of spicy drool.

Then out of nowhere a mighty boom! It sounded like a gun going off in the room.

Then my bowels they were reloaded. A mighty spray of machine gun fire was unloaded.

My porcelain throne she’s always white. But not today she’s covered in shite.

Pure Pooetry

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