Casting The Brown Stones
The pooets back home held fast the pooetry fort. Papa drops loads and The Count provides support. Doodoo Dave has …
Pure Pooetry
A Pooetry Collaboration: The Shit of a Thousand Wipes
Something was wrong south of the border. I could tell by my pungent and moist ripsnorter. The temperature was spicy …
Pure Pooetry
Brown Crown
Here I sit awaiting the drop, Praying to the almighty god of plop. I utter the sacred words of disgust, “Please …
Pure Pooetry
