This regretful dump causes great pain.
It’s a spicy one, this hot fecal rain.

All that Indian food certainly did no good.
Now what oozes out is a lava-like pud.

I dunk my ass in a bucket of ice to cool it off.
But nothing will soothe this searing brown broth.

The bucket starts melting, I know I’m in trouble.
Back to the porcelain to oust more hot brown bubbles.

I smell burning and feel my ass hairs singe.
I see little brown flames rising, and I do cringe.

This cauldron of hellfire cooks my pink cheeks.
I’ll have to join the circus and be the bottomless freak.