Packed and loaded, ready to go.
This shit is full and about to blow.
A stealthy fart heralds the incoming onslaught.
My nose is plugged from the stink it brought.
Here it comes now, this shit’s on the move.
Rumbling down south, keeping a steady groove.
The brown eye winks and the flooding takes place.
Surprisingly it churns out quickly, as if in a race.
Washing over me I feel sudden elation.
Thanks to this hefty fecal degradation.
As I flush the loo I whisper my solemn farewells.
I say my goodbyes to these awful brown swells.