An Overdose of Odour
A deep long tooting like from an obe… Came from the occupied commode. Hideously wafting outward vile scent. This stench …
Pure Pooetry
Channeling The Shitstorm
The stars have aligned, my bowels are primed. Centuries have waited for this brown grime. Within me brews an epic …
Pure Pooetry
The Brown Age Mystery
Do you know poops are prehistoric? And no, that question is not rhetoric. Thought to exist in the ancient Brown …
Pure Pooetry
My Name is Farts Galore
Lately, my name has been Farts Galore. I’ve been dropping bombs and stinky spores. The farts have been flying out …
Pure Pooetry
Flossing The Brown Canyon
I’m sitting here in disbelief. The following event was not brief. At my job, I was doing my work… When …
Pure Pooetry
