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Pooetry

Pooper’s Remorse

This terrible deed, I must confess.
Laid by me, in a heinous mess.

It sits glaring up from the porcelain bowl.
Starring directly into my shitty soul.

I try not to inhale the wafting taint.
Inside the bowl, brownly it did paint.

Squinting, I peer at this sickly goop.
Barely resembling my normal poop.

And due to the size of this brown blob…
It contains the whole corn on the cob.

Pure Pooetry

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