Pooetry, The High Seas

The Poolantic Ocean

Here I sit upon the throne…
Soon to the ocean, my bowels will be known.

Before long a mighty eruption.
Every fish in the sea will have a concussion.

Such a magnificent force has been released.
I wonder how many fish will beach.

It was never my intention to kill.
I hope they survive this fecal spill.

Should I flush and possibly murder?
Someone has probably done things absurder.

So yes I’ll flush and wait and see…
Just to be safe I’ll send some pee.

In due time I hope all will be well.
Otherwise, the only thing in the ocean will be some shells.

Pure Pooetry

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