Greasy Bricks
The sweat gathers on my butt cheeks. But this session has left me weak. Constipation makes it hard to poop. …
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Meteorite Madness: Part 3
Continued from Part 2! I light the match and drop it into the bowl. Breaking up the brown boulder is …
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The Facilities
Every day I’ve a new ache and pain… And every other, a new brown stain. It’s not what I expected …
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An Evil Presence
I’m wearing a long and tight belt. So an evil presence is not felt. These pants contain the unholy stink. …
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A Sloppy Cough
Regrettably, I just let out a big cough. Followed by a squirt into the trough. But it’s not COVID, I promise …
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Release Brown Sausage
I’m hit with an overwhelming urge… To commit the most dire of purge. This awful feeling has taken me hostage. I must …
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Poopare For War
In times of peace, you must poopare for war. So that is why I’m shittin’ on the floor! I’m not …
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Ninja Mastery?
There’s someone in the cubical adjacent. This is no time to be complacent. I must dock like a ninja… without …
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A Bad Feeling
I have a bad feeling… From a fart I was peeling… It gave a resounding echo. I’ve had too many …
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Something’s Not Right
Something below doesn’t feel right. Something nearby smells of shite. The feeling is off and somewhat unsavoury. Is my crease …
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Christening The Crapper
You may not believe this story that I tell… Because you did not witness the horrific smell. But trust me …
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The One That Got Away
The brown mule was kicking, letting me know… I needed a throne fast so to a throne I did go. …
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The Caganer
El Caganer squats in the middle of the field. Pants around ankles, soil ready to yield. The tradition says all …
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The Horrible Mud Hog
I’m out on a stroll, walking my dog. Feeling pretty good, I have a little jog. The sun is out, …
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A Movement To Get Behind
I’m pooping in a far off distant land… Not the usual throne that I demand. A public pooper is where …
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Channeling The Shitstorm
The stars have aligned, my bowels are primed. Centuries have waited for this brown grime. Within me brews an epic …
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Super Weekend Slurry
I was sitting down minding my own business… When my bowels became restless did fidget. A trump did sound… a …
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Between The Cheeks
This one goes out to Kirk. A big Pure Pooetry fan who is doing it tough. ❤️ I’m feeling a …
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