Imagine you’re a little pubic hair.
Falling into the bowl, you despair.
Suddenly darkness shrouds your world.
Lungs fill with a stink so bad you hurl.
A deuce drops, time to say a prayer.
Pure Pooetry
Imagine you’re a little pubic hair.
Falling into the bowl, you despair.
Suddenly darkness shrouds your world.
Lungs fill with a stink so bad you hurl.
A deuce drops, time to say a prayer.
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