Pooetry, War

Battle Cry of Bog

Rally the troops.
Gather the poops.
It’s time to sit and fight.
Make these shits smite.
Flood them with brown soup!

Fire on them at will.
Douse them in the swill.
Poo stench will gas them all.
Stink them out in the stalls.
Now for the final fecal kill.

Release the hounds.
Pile up the mounds.
Our enemies will face slaughter.
Dumped directly into sewer water.
Pure Pooetry wears the fecal crown!

Pure Pooetry

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