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Pooetry

Converted To Chum

As I sit and expel the sloshes of Hell.
I detect a dreadful wafting smell.

I swear I wasn’t eating any dog food…
Yet it smells akin to what I’ve poo’d.

I plug my nose and try to ignore the reeking.
From what was once a turtle head peeking.

I wonder about the process going on inside.
The molecular breakdown oozed from my hide.

Ahhh, who cares? It all gets converted to chum.
Like a dog food factory, but pumped outta my bum.

Pure Pooetry

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