Ghastly Goop

The bowl is a void where no life exists.
All that will inhabit, a swirly brown mist.

So, behold the opening of the rear chasm.
Witness the haunting of a brown phantasm.

My butthole gapes as the ghost awakes.
A trumpeting screech is the sound it makes.

The spooky poo tumbles out below.
Leaving a smeary, brownish glow.

A foul and grisly scent rises from beyond.
Its revenge that this spoorit has longed.

This pooltergeist is a scary ghastly goop.
A supernatural being, a sickening soup.

This heinous ectoplasm needs flushing fast.
But first I jet out another spread cheek blast!

Pure Pooetry