The inner Mr. Whippy is curled inside my gut.
In a moment it will uncoil and spew out from my butt.
This dreaded brown snake is slimy and sinister.
A bit like a shifty Australian Prime Minister.
I feel like The Cursed Snakey Poos are making a comeback.
Only it’s a thicker reptile now slithering from my crack.
It protrudes from its nest, oozing like wet cement.
Into the murky waters, beginning its foul descent.
A dip into the water goes my long foul snakey tail.
I try to clench and break it off but it’s not frail.
Sinking to the doodoo-depths where dreadful things lurk.
Yet still connected to my hole is this leathery gurk.
The viper is half in the water and half inside my ass.
I sit contemplating again, how much time must pass?
An extension of me is this never-ending serpent of slime.
The shame of endlessly birthing this fecal offspring is mine.