The Highway Turd: Part II

I was a sailor.

Flushing deuces with the tide.

On the porcelain at sea I did abide.

My deuces sailed with pieces of corn and tacos.

When I got sick the chocolate rain it flow.

And when my bowels were empty they said my faecesĀ spilled.

But they’re in the toilet still.

Pure Pooetry

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