Stinking Hot Shit

No sooner had I touched down cheek to rim.
Had my butthole yakked out the fecal swim.

Such a vile torrent so steamy and rank.
A shitty withdraw from my brown bank.

The stench hit my nostrils, I was taken aback.
So meaty and rich, as if from a gorilla’s crack.

I opened the window to vent some fresh air.
The putrid fumes had me frozen in a stare.

This load was so rancid and hot, a boiling fecal snot.
I was sweating bullets, with which I wish I’d been shot.

The bubbling mass below showed a disturbing orange glow.
It was then my ass began a second round of lava flow.

Pure Pooetry

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