Disco Defecation

Some time ago a I wrote this lovely little pooem. I have called it “Disco Defecation” and it goes *pause* a little something *pause* like this…

Like a sparkling diamond in the dark,
glowing brightly while all around is stark.

Beams of pink light bounce around the room,
thunderous music resounds a boom!

Held tightly like two lovers at a disco ball,
cheeks spread reveal my starfish to all.

My excited squeal introduces the brown,
I’ll never go clubbing again in this town!

Pure Pooetry

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