The Purist Pooet
The Purist Pooet is dedicated to his art. Mentally preparing when he toots a fart. He’s committed to the pooetry …
The Purist Pooet is dedicated to his art. Mentally preparing when he toots a fart. He’s committed to the pooetry …
I clench in my hand a fistful of poop. It’s a warm and soft mushy goop. The dog left me …
King Shit rules from his porcelain throne. And I the lowly servant wipe his tailbone. Cleaning the royal dunnies are …
The dead man’s doo, sat at the bottom of the loo. It had been lying there for a week or …
The stars have aligned, my bowels are primed. Centuries have waited for this brown grime. Within me brews an epic …
Sometimes my doo has a really stale smell. Usually when I haven’t dumped in a spell. And the colour looks …
Menacing fart clouds predict an ominous storm. An ancient evil prophecy is about to be born. Now I’m dropping a …
What was once a mountain of cheese and dairy… Is now something gross and scary. I slurped the milkshake, but …
I’ve anger in my heart, anger in my bowels. I wiped too hard and released a howl. I’m furious at …
I just located the stinky source… Of a poop with no remorse. It was in the little kitties litter. And …
A monster dump has a very specific need. Into a tiny bowl it will most certainly exceed. Now, do you …
It slips and it slops, it’s a tricky greasy plop. It squirts and hurts, this prickly brown dirt. Now I …
A horrific brewing of enormous scale… The sickness inside had left me pale. The time of departure had arrived. Like …
I got my papers and I got my bling. Soon out my anus brown will sing. But I don’t wanna …
Things get quite busy this time of the year. Without time for pooems I shed a brown tear. To keep …
Scooped here this dollop of doo. Certainly not an ingredient for stew. My face screws up from the stench. And …