Channeling The Shitstorm
The stars have aligned, my bowels are primed. Centuries have waited for this brown grime. Within me brews an epic …
Pure Pooetry
The Number of The Bog
Menacing fart clouds predict an ominous storm. An ancient evil prophecy is about to be born. Now I’m dropping a …
Pure Pooetry
The Calm Before The Storm
This is the calm before the storm. Prior to the unsavoury being born. Everything is peaceful and quiet. One could …
Pure Pooetry
The Brown Age Mystery
Do you know poops are prehistoric? And no, that question is not rhetoric. Thought to exist in the ancient Brown …
Pure Pooetry
The Behind Unwind
The weekend is over and it’s time to unwind. So first thing to do is go plant my behind. I …
Pure Pooetry
