Cubicle Culprit

Someone just entered the second cubicle.
With what I’m releasing… this isn’tĀ suitable.

What nerve, how dare he, this is a disaster!
I feel so violated, I better poo faster.

I’m trying to be quiet and not make a sound.
But then my deuce… went homeward bound.

With a tumultuous splash from the violent eruption.
The culpritĀ did leave without abruption.

He heard me he did, it was so very loud.
I sit here a king… so very proud.

Pure Pooetry

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