The pressure is building, the time is right.
Once I open this, you won’t believe the sight.
No way I could contain this much longer.
The rancid fluids growing stronger and stronger.
So open it I did, the trapdoor sprung wide.
Flooding out came a tsunami from my hide.
It was warm and unpleasant, and totally vile.
Where else could I put this never-ending poo pile?
And so the torrent did blast, wave after wave.
For a solid few seconds I was it’s fecal slave.
So beware that trapdoor and what lurks beyond.
The liquid waste that lies in wait is a hellish fecal pond.
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