Getting Rich

Oh the joys of working a Saturday morn…
When a fecal beast decides to spawn.

Getting paid to poop is what I like…
Filling bowl upon bowl of valuable shite.

For the first three hours it’s time and a half…
Then double time to make my anus barf.

Logs of currency and stinky fortune…
Breaking the porcelain is my extortion.

Will I get rich only time will tell…
Because I need to go now I can’t take the smell.

Pure Pooetry

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