Bowels are heavy, butthole is tight…
But something awful is about to take flight.

I imagine inside, all the blobs of brown…
They begin assembling into a giant stink mound.

I feel it rumbling, about to burst forth.
And out my anus a sickening shape does morph.

It sprains my rectum due to its size.
And it lands with a splash, this terrible poop-prize.

This solitary behemoth sits half submerged.
Something halts me giving it the flushing purge.

I tilt my head and stare, confounded.
Wondering how such an enormity was compounded.

This mound of might, so enormous in stature…
And I, it’s parental Monster-Butt-Egg-Hatcher!

Pure Pooetry

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