Pure Pooetry
We Ain’t Stoppin’
Just cos the book is out, we ain’t stoppin’. Check it now, our fecal is still a-ploppin’. CANNOT STOP. WILL …
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Not Enough Shitters
There’s only two cubicles in this joint. Lack of facilities is the case in point. This is where I work, …
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Gurk at Sea
I just released a batch of soggy vile lumps. Enriched with a stink of heinous meaty clumps. The stench is …
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Foreign Fecal Matter: Part 2
Continpooed from Foreign Fecal Matter: Part 1. It’s been days since I barricaded myself in the research lab. I’m pooping …
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Two Days Critical
The past two days I’ve been at critical mass. Expelling fecal monsters from out my ass. Stinky and brown and …
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Bogsing Day
I’m surrounded by crapping paper, Christmas is over. My belly is full and I’ve got the world’s worst hangover. Yesterday …
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Doodoo Destruction
Here’s a tale of doodoo destruction. A time of mega pants eruption. The moment of touchdown, something wasn’t right. The …
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Groundbog Day
This morning when I unloaded my guts. I felt good, no longer in a fecal rut. But that feeling of …
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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 …
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Dingleberried Treasure
The extraction of this fecal lump. Left my rectum in quite a slump. Dragging out the dingleberry slug. It had …
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A Violent Slew of Poo
Without warning came the fecal slew. The clean-up will require an entire crew. This hideous, sloppy, rancid slaw. Come out …
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Morning Sog
Upon waking this morning I knew something was askew. A sudden and strange feeling that made me want to spew. …
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Too Close To The Sun / Fecal at Sea
I went too far this time, I flew too close to The Sun. Two double espressos equal a rumbling in …
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Panicked Poo
I’m rushing to the loo, to take this urgent poo! It’s crazy, like shit-flinging monkeys in a zoo. I’m in …
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The Bowel Breaker
In the middle of the night it strikes. A vicious fecal attack no one likes. The kind that gives your …
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Last Bog on Earth
The mass within was a terrible waste. I needed to get it out with all haste. A warning stench foretold …
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The Mystery of The Sewer Trout
There was quite a cool and pleasant breeze… As my butthole began to squeeze. Then I felt quite a commotion. …
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