The Number of The Bog
Menacing fart clouds predict an ominous storm. An ancient evil prophecy is about to be born. Now I’m dropping a …
Pure Pooetry
Unholy Shiz
Oh, dear Lord in Heaven, what did I just birth? If stink had a value, highly this would be worth! …
Pure Pooetry
Hot as Hell / Satan’s Dinner
It’s so steamy and hot. Like my oiled cracker slot. Out comes a prize winner. It’s Satan’s fecal dinner. My …
Pure Pooetry
