Poo All Night

There’s a sinister voice in my head.
It says “Stay up, don’t go to bed.”
“Write some shitty pooems instead!”

So at night, this is how I spend my time.
Perched on the porcelain, squirting slime.
It might be sinful but it sure is no crime.

Next thing I know it’s the break of dawn.
This whole time birthing the brown spawn.
And now my ass muscle is mighty brawn.

Pure Pooetry

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