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Shit-Screwed

This horrid stench I can no longer contain.
Down south I’m feeling some serious pain.
It’s like a never-ending torrent of brown rain.

I’m going to need some medical assistance.
My ass is up against some horrendous resistance.
My will is strong but I’m low on clenching persistence.

I don’t know how much longer I can keep this up.
Down my pants aisle I’m gonna need a clean up.
I can’t help envisioning an over-flowing cup.

I wish to be at home, privately pooping in solitude.
Instead I’m at work, battling this brown blood feud.
All in all, I think I’m rightly shit-screwed.

These fecal blasts are giving me a ferocious burn.
I wish this crappy court session would adjourn.
For a more peaceful poo feeling, I do yearn.

Pure Pooetry

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