In The Wild

Alone in the woods I feel the urge.
It’s time to give my bowels a purge.

This environment is not to my liking.
Animal noises cause a fecal striking.

So I become one with mother nature.
Farm some logs from my brown baker.

But the going is slow, the mud is thick.
I push harder, "AHHH! That’s the trick!"

Now I’m heaving like a wild caboose.
And I ooze out the lumpy brown juice.

Finally done, I wipe nature’s crevasse.
I use a thorny vine to floss my ass.

Pure Pooetry

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