I was shitting, you were pissing.
Next to me, the cubicle I was sitting.

I heard you groan, I don’t know why.
Only huge poos make one sigh.

My mighty turds made a crash.
If you pooped, it mustn’t have splashed.

You are a faceless stranger,
Wanna see my brown dangler?

Or do I know you, are you familiar?
Sniff this, the smells still linger.

My neighbor, by poo proxy we are bound.
Can I ask you to wipe my mound?

Pure Pooetry

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