A recent pooping had an unusual aesthetic.
It felt ticklish as though it were electric.

The second round gave me a little jolt.
As though I was zapped by an electric bolt.

Each time I squeezed out a crap.
My body shook as I felt a zap.

This inner poo-surge had me worried.
A power-poo that was positively slurried.

Could my poo solve the world’s energy demands?
You might shit your pants if you shook my hands.