beneath – Pure Pooetry

If constipated and stuck on The John… You’ll be tempted to scream “Come on!” Try pumping your fists and clenching …

Pure Pooetry

A Searing Hot Wound

I can’t handle chilli like I once could. Paprika leaves my nethers feeling not so good. If a meal is …

Pure Pooetry

My body is a giant tube of tootpaste. Before you ask, no I’m not shitfaced. But I am filled with …

Pure Pooetry

The sewers beneath old London town… Conceal a secret coated in brown. The tubes and pipes that lead to dunnies… …

Pure Pooetry

Pressing my cheeks against a seat made round. For leverage, feet planted firmly on the ground. Getting lighter by the …

Pure Pooetry

Here’s a product you don’t wanna know. It stinks like poop and has a brownish glow. It’s slimy, thick and …

Pure Pooetry

I’m in the thick of a poo battle. Brown trophies adorn my mantle. My fallen comrades, beneath me lay. The …

Pure Pooetry