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Revolting Rear Convulsion

No sooner had my cheeks planted on the seat…
Then the messy mass spewed forth with great heat.

It was steamy and smelly, and honestly quite foul.
How could such a substance erupt from my bowel?

The volume was enormous and flowed on forever.
My sense of smell gone, to return again never.

Blast after blast, the force of fecal flew.
I got dizzy from torrents, I was turning blue.

Such magnitude and force, maybe this energy I could harness?
But alas, the convulsions had turned me into a shitful carcass.

Pure Pooetry

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