Touching Cloth: Redux
A rumbling ripple, I fear brown stipple. Find loo before ass becomes cripple. My gut just spun, this is far …
A rumbling ripple, I fear brown stipple. Find loo before ass becomes cripple. My gut just spun, this is far …
A warm breeze came wafting by. And it brought a tear to my eye. But not tears of joy nor …
In times of peace, you must poopare for war. So that is why I’m shittin’ on the floor! I’m not …
I clench in my hand a fistful of poop. It’s a warm and soft mushy goop. The dog left me …
I’m out on a stroll, walking my dog. Feeling pretty good, I have a little jog. The sun is out, …
Here I squat, dropping you know what. Forcing out a sludgy brown snot. But this one is different, this one …
This damn stubborn poop won’t take the dive. Of the brown the porcelain is deprived. An unloading, my bowel is …
This poop has been a long time in the making. For ages, my insides have been baking. And now it’s …
Gobble down that Pizza Hut. Then let it brew within your gut. Soon you’ll open your back pocket. And blast …
My butt has been poosessed by a foul beast. It’s back there, lurking in my rear crease. It has been stinking …
This poop is on the cusp of leaving. But I’m still sitting here heaving. I clench and flex but nothing …
I got my papers and I got my bling. Soon out my anus brown will sing. But I don’t wanna …
I need somewhere to drop this load. Somewhere like my own abode. But I’m miles away in a foreign land. …