Turned To Darkness – Part I
Darkness fell upon the bowl… As The Wizard arrived to reap souls. He prays on the innocent who have no …
Pure Pooetry
A Day at The Orifice
Upon the glorious throne, I sit. To ponder life and take a shit. I hardly slept last night a wink. …
Pure Pooetry
Poopsicles
In the air a frosty fecal chill. And the smell of a brown spill. Poopsicles hang from the ceiling. I …
Pure Pooetry
