The Highway Turd: Part III

I was a damn builder blocking toilets with my hide.

Where poop and water did collide.

Dropping logs into the wild Colorado. I slipped and fell into the wet faeces below.

They buried me in a great bowl that knows no sound, only fecal mounds.

And they’ll never flush me down, down… down… Dooowwwn.

Pure Pooetry

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