No Hard Feelings

My taint was tight and the room was quiet, as I braced for this fecal riot.

The air grew still as I placed my cheeks, on a worn out toilet seat.

The pressure was high and my nerves were intense. Then my taint opened and began it’s vent.

A violent rumble and then a rattle. I knew this was going to be quite a battle.

I felt something move and begin to crown. It was large and slimey and also brown.

Immediately there grew a horrid stink. Something so unpleasant like used tampons in a sink.

This meaty chud was laid to rest, then I flushed and wished him my best.

Pure Pooetry

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