Coffee, Pooetry

Saturdays and My Ass

I think I just blew out my anus.
With a catastrophic exodus insanous.

Three coffees down and my stomach churned.
If it was a workout I could feel the burn.

I knew it was coming so up the stairs I went.
After the third flight I was almost spent.

I needed to take bigger strides for the final flight.
The porcelain was calling and needed my shite.

I entered the amenities and saw the floor was wet.
Had someone pissed everywhere I began to fret.

Seeing that it was contained and I only needed to jump.
I lept through the air and planted my rump.

As soon as I made touchdown the beast exploded.
I’m scared to find out whether bowl or anus eroded.

Pure Pooetry

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