Thy Fart is Turder
A distorted trumpet sounds off a toot… A weak brown oozes instead of shoots. An emo screech begins to wail… …
Channeling The Shitstorm
The stars have aligned, my bowels are primed. Centuries have waited for this brown grime. Within me brews an epic …
Between The Cheeks
This one goes out to Kirk. A big Pure Pooetry fan who is doing it tough. ❤️ I’m feeling a …
Scrubbing The Poop Deck
The funnel opens and the log departs. Soon there’ll be a brown blood bath. With a plop the mass descends. …
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 …
A Faint Hint of Brown
This chair where I penned many a piece. For years it cushioned my rear crease. It had soft and comfy …
Painful Brown Birth
I just gave a painful brown birth. It split me apart, with it’s wide girth. When it landed into the …
Those Still Loyal
This shit was cast with mindless aggression. I’d hoped it would calm, with some suppression. But too much anger from …
