Pooets Block

I have a serious case of pooets block.
Maybe I’ve run out of fecal stock?

Nah that can’t be it, I still have this sick urge…
To write filthy rhymes about the purge.

But the flow has slowed, that much is clear.
Down the pipes my curious brown eye does peer.

The tubes are empty, there’s no fecal traffic.
Normally I’d see something quite graphic.

Maybe it’s the input, am I supplying the right fuel?
I’ll mix it up and see if it increases the stool.

You’ll never believe it, that actually did the trick!
Out flows a gigantic pooem, the size of a brick.

Pure Pooetry

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