Pure Pooetry
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The Bowel Breaker
In the middle of the night it strikes. A vicious fecal attack no one likes. The kind that gives your …
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Fecal Execution
I’ve so much anger deep I side, and it’s about to blast from out my hide. Nuggets of rage and …
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A Pooetry Collaboration: The Shit of a Thousand Wipes
Something was wrong south of the border. I could tell by my pungent and moist ripsnorter. The temperature was spicy …
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A Real Banger
Ready to dunk the donut of disgrace. Clench your fists and pull a mean face. Grit your teeth and shake …
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Into The Infinity of Farts
As the foul stench creeps over the public toilets of Hoppers Crossing, as the stale piss reaches my nostrils, I …
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Thursday Turdsday
Thursday is here and you know what it means? I’ll unleash a brown spray fueled by baked beans. This day …
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A Nasty Bog
I think I just prolapsed my chute, that stinky tunnel from which you poop. I felt tremendous pain due to …
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Brown Cheese
Squeeze out the brown cheese. Give a sequel if it does please. But I shoulda left it in a ditch. …
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Fight Fecal With Fragrance
Drizzling chocolate streams. Disgusting runny creams. A soft serve gone wrong. A stench so meaty and strong. A nightmare, not …
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Awaken The Dreaming Pooet
The sleeping Pooets have stirred. Their dreams of fecal emerged. Awaken the dreamer. Release a screamer. And now their bowels …
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Papa’s Sizzle
I’ve been gone a while but have no fear, the Pooetry is coming back, blasting from my rear. Those tender …
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Abhorrent Soft Serve Ripple
I’ve found myself in a bit of a pickle. As I can’t stop the release, of this brown soft serve …
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The Splatterfiend
The Splatterfiend has returned from the grave. And brought with him, his anus, to misbehave. A pungent cocktail of feces …
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Take The Fall
I can’t tell where the blood stopped and the poo started. I blew my hole out, when I farted. It was …
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The Lumberjack
Cutting the Monday morning bog. It’s a mighty tough wooden log. Like a lumberjack you heave. To oust from your …
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