Shizhard Wizard Poo Porn is Gross
Here’s a message to the dirty scat mongers. To folk who fuck with their soiled bungers. Pure Pooetry says poo …
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I Loathe This Roll
I’ll be glad to be done with this roll. It’s texture doesn’t feel right at all. It peels away at …
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The Dangler Danger Troll
While finishing a healthy deposit. I felt a sudden urge to vomit. Something gross had smeared my balls. They’re big, …
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Double Helping
What have I done to my bowel? I’m feeling something much too foul. A sloppy substance brews within. Soon to …
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Mr. Toilet
Hello Mr. Toilet, how are you? Are you ready to eat my poo? It’s your fecal feeding time. Open wide …
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Time Warp Toilet
Let’s go for a swirl through time! Just be mindful of the fecal slime. All you need is a few …
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I Wipe, Therefore I Am
I wipe, therefore I am. While eating a chunk of spam. Or as I jog down the street. And even …
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Brown Sorrow
Too much booze and bad food the night before. Now my poor rectum’s feeling a little sore. I scoffed and …
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Revolting Rear Convulsion
No sooner had my cheeks planted on the seat… Then the messy mass spewed forth with great heat. It was …
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Monday Morning Stink
The Monday morning stink. Will really make you think. What went through these bowels? Maybe several dead cows. Rectum is …
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Grotesque Growth
A grotesque texture, feeling rough. Out my ass the farty foam does puff. It is something stinky and heinous. Filthy …
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Laying Easter Eggs
Woo! Easter time is here! It’s our favourite time of year! “Why?” We hear you ask. Cos in chocolate we …
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Turdsday's Turds of Tranquility
Right now I’ve not a care in the world. As I sit awaiting the shite to be hurled. Out drop …
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Post-Lunch Rumbles
I’ve got the post-lunch rumbles. Gradually my willpower crumbles. Holding it in with all my might. But the brown must …
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Hot as Hell / Satan’s Dinner
It’s so steamy and hot. Like my oiled cracker slot. Out comes a prize winner. It’s Satan’s fecal dinner. My …
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Corporate Crapper
The toilets at work have fallen into disrepair. Their current state would give you quite a scare. If you’ve read …
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Cake. Gas. Death.
Baking cakes on the porcelain throne. I release a cream filled groan. The first slice hits. Stench is the pits. …
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Further Friday Floods
The burger’s fecal was not done. Sludge eager to void my bum. So in a dirty shopping mall. I found …
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