Danish Pastry
Something feels loose, in my caboose. Mustn’t lay brown egg, like a goose. Something wants out, maybe brown grout. It …
Pure Pooetry
Make it a Large
I’m so damn proud of what I just produced… An indescribable torpoodo from my caboose. I heard the warning sirens …
Pure Pooetry
Shapely Abstract
I just released a massive deuce. A mushy mound from my caboose. But this wasn’t just any sour mash. It …
Pure Pooetry
We Need a Plumber
Someone better call a plumber… Because my bowels awoke from their slumber! Toxic waste rained down with tremendous splatter. I’m …
Pure Pooetry
A Not So Solid Plan
A very healthy and chunky deuce, made its way out of my caboose. It took a while but it did …
Pure Pooetry
