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Fecal Limbo

This poop is on the cusp of leaving.
But I’m still sitting here heaving.
I clench and flex but nothing works.
I even do a wriggly butt twerk.
Freedom from the loo, I am grieving.

This feels awful, it’s like a having a tail.
Now halfway through I’m forced to bail.
I dig deep and relocate base of operations.
Then start again in a new pooping station.
And resume the fecal limbo in a rusty pail.

Pure Pooetry

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