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The Fecal King

I’m dropping this bog like it’s hot.  A delicious bowl of rectal snot.

It’s gushing like a monsoon rain. Completely flooding the porce-lain.

But then the mush it ceased to flow. The caffeine had dealt a winning blow.

A solid log did emerge, all the mushy evil it did purge.

This log was brave… a valiant white shining knight. Declaring bloody war on all other shite.

He slayed the dragon and won the war and is now the Fecal King! Whoever steps up to this fierce warrior, had better kiss his ring.

Pure Pooetry

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