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Doodoo Desecration

Desecration of the mind, desecration of the soul.
Someone has done something ungodly to this bowl.

It’s left in such a foul and pitiful-pooey condition.
I’m going to need a priest to perform an inquisition.

Or maybe an exorcism, to remove the turdly taint.
It’s as if Satan came in and used his poo to paint.

Some sort of caca-crime was committed right here.
I take a step back and then flee in fecal fear.

Pure Pooetry

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