The Shitting of The Damned
Like a slow-moving snail, my poop started to crown. Obviously aware that soon it would drown. It kept its pace …
Pure Pooetry
A Faint Hint of Brown
This chair where I penned many a piece. For years it cushioned my rear crease. It had soft and comfy …
Pure Pooetry
Battle Cry of Bog
Rally the troops. Gather the poops. It’s time to sit and fight. Make these shits smite. Flood them with brown …
Pure Pooetry
