Porcelain God

A shit you need to slay.
So you’ll need to pray.
From a night of indulgence.
You’ll need condolence.
Inner offerings are the way.

Deliver the fecal slime.
What’s yours is mine.
Invoke the sacred words.
You’ll kneel, backwards.
Unload the brown grime.

Submit to The Porcelain God.
All other deities are fraud.
He’ll take all you can give.
So you may dump and live.
Donating your rancid rod.

His mighty porcelain throne.
Accepts your willing backbone.
Make righteous sacrament.
This ooze is no accident.
Feed filth into the dropzone.

Pure Pooetry

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