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Pooetry

The Deviant Culprit

Imagine being imprisoned in a tomb…
But it’s more like a stinky toilet room.

In this room is the stench of death.
And all you can do is hold breath.

And as you look around you see the carnage.
A gorish wasteland like the battle of Carthage.

But you need to poop and use the facility.
Surrounded by all the disgusting putridity.

So you mount the seat and carefully deposit.
This defiled throne by some sort of grommet.

Whoever did this must pay, this toilet abuser…
But wait a minute… I was the previous user!

Pure Pooetry

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