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Brutal Prolapse

I arrive at work and have my smoke, what I say next is not a joke.

An enormous pain in my bowels was felt, no crueler hand could I be dealt.

I thought I was going to poo my pants, the pain grew ferocious I thought I had no chance.

With cheeks tightly clenched I began to walk, ignoring all types of office small talk.

With each step my coight slightly opened, I went up the stairs with turtle head poking.

I made it to the throne so dropped my dacks, before I made touchdown my coight prolapsed.

Pure Pooetry

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