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Pooetry

Brown Sorrow

Too much booze and bad food the night before.
Now my poor rectum’s feeling a little sore.

I scoffed and drank like there was no tomorrow.
Now, out my anus floods fields of brown sorrow.

Attempting to drown my woes and forget the day.
I inadvertently made my rectal passage pay.

This matter that comes forth, a soggy ooze.
Clearly a result of all the terrible booze.

Oddly there’s no stink, just bubbly brown slum.
And lots of it as it washes out my bum.

Have I learned my lesson, will I try to forget the past?
No, something tells me I’m going to need a rectal cast.

Pure Pooetry

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