Lumberjack Logging
It’s quite a warm uneasy morn. I wonder what type of fecal demon shall spawn. My Chromus Domus has began …
It’s quite a warm uneasy morn. I wonder what type of fecal demon shall spawn. My Chromus Domus has began …
This is addressed to all my fellow fecal brethren. In my absence, you mighta thought I went to heaven. Such …
Much like any other shit, this is how it started. I asked out loud, “…was that me who farted?” The …
A rancid concoction exits my bowel. Upon it’s arrival the sewer beasts do howl. It’s a sloppy one of extreme …
When you feel the Anoos rumbling below. A great awakening starts to grow. Soon a streaming knowledge will ebb and …
When you feel the tingle in The Anoos, you’ll know it’s time to unload the poose. Wherever you are just …
The morning’s Nugget took a cruise. Down the pipes it did ooze. Across the seas and oceans wide. Washed far …
I felt an explosion go off in my pants, so I raced to toilet to perform a dance. This dance …
An overdose of this false, processed food. My body wishes it had already poo’d. The mistake of eating a chicken …
A bit earlier than my usual number two. Today I wait, as I sit on the loo. It’s very pleasant …
A thunderous bog churned within, I held on with all my strength but it began to grow thin. Surely I …
I’m backed into a corner with no where to run. But I have a secret weapon, a rumbling in my …
Stuck between my cheeks, And leaving some streaks… A soggy lump did sit. It wasn’t a full shit. But rather …
A sudden churning in the gut, Has left me in a bit of a rut. Bubbles start heading down south. …
I sit on the throne and begin to wonder. It’s been a while for a pooem about brown thunder. Being …
This message has been brought to you by The Department of Fecal Affairs. I like a nice clean seat. Clear …