Pooetry, The High Seas

Gurk at Sea

I just released a batch of soggy vile lumps.
Enriched with a stink of heinous meaty clumps.

The stench is so distasteful even I am offended.
I reach for the spray and hope the air can be mended.

I should have had an idea this glop was on its way.
Just prior my gut felt uneasy, I swear it began to sway.

Just like a sailor out on treacherous, wild seas.
An inner sickness made me weak at the knees.

Leaning over the boats edge my rectum spews violently.
Straight afterwards my body slumps down lifelessly.

Exhausted from such a powerful fecal ejection…
I enter the stages of sorrow and dejection.

Pure Pooetry

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