Innocent Until Poopin’ Guilty
In a dystopian future, farts have been outlawed. But I’m a wind and law breaker and I get a bit …
Pure Pooetry
Pooetry Fuel
I’m running dangerously low on pooetry fuel. Without it I cannot produce rhymes about stool. The lack of poopy rhymes …
Pure Pooetry
Manly Shit
I don’t know why and I don’t know how. But a sloppy wet fart I did just now… It came …
Pure Pooetry
Brown Queef Grief
I wash my hands then brush my teeth. Time to deposit a stinky brown queef. But it’s come too soon, …
Pure Pooetry
Pandora’s Butt
You will be amiss. If you take a big sniff. You will feel aghast. Inhaling this blast. And your innards …
Pure Pooetry
The Pooman Cometh
The lie some tell to placate oneself. Pipedream of belonging, love, or of wealth. Won’t be pushed out by others’ …
Pure Pooetry
Crappy Klaxon
A bellowing burst of gas suddenly erupts. Rudely into the conversation it interrupts. This blaring klaxon has a deafening echo. …
Pure Pooetry
Dingleberried Treasure
The extraction of this fecal lump. Left my rectum in quite a slump. Dragging out the dingleberry slug. It had …
Pure Pooetry
Slavin’ Away
I’m stuck in a dead end like this compacted stool. I’ve been putting this off like a damned fool. It’s …
Pure Pooetry
I Sit, I Fart…
I sit, I fart, I begin to shart. I twerk, I hurt, my ass it burps. It’s loose, it sleuths, …
Pure Pooetry
