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Pooetry

Fecal Friday

I sat my cheeks upon the throne…
In the superior comfort of my home.

I need not care where I plant my feet.
Nor do I need to be discreet.

I’m free to explode and fire at will…
Nuggets that deliver a one-shot kill.

I can go there and release all my stress.
And receive no judgment about the mess.

I’m free my friends, free as a bird.
The throne’s my nest to fill with turd.

Pure Pooetry

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