Crazy Craps
I have a friend who I suspect is insane. He loves to fill his pants with brown rain. Even when …
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New Flavour
I sense a certain feeling, a sense of foreboding. Somewhere in my gut, something needs unloading. There’s a steamy stink …
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Layers of Filth
In the bowl lies a stinky slurry. Made from yesterday’s rancid curry. But before then it was murky meat pie. …
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Heinous Smearing
Out came a rancid brown slaw. And with it a stink I deplore. This afternoon’s expelling of sour mash… Was …
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Between The Pipes
It’s been a while between the pipes. A blockage so big, I need more wipes. First round was easy, just …
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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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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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Set The Scheiße Free
What you and I don’t need. Is we shouldn’t have to plead. With a stubborn rear end. Driving you around …
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Moby Thick
My legs grow numb as I pen this tale. For I’m on the John as I excrete this whale. It’s …
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Houston, We Have a Pooblem!
Friday work lunch, a burger from heaven. But the aftereffects, got my bowels a revvin’. I got back to the …
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Papa’s Poonut Butter
Papa Poosepi is the name and excreting excrement is the game. Voiding my bowels is what I do. I then …
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