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Pooetry

The Shattering Girth

A girthy log just left my ass.
It shattered the porcelain like it was glass.

I had to push because it refused to move.
Like it was being stubborn and had something to prove.

But while I pushed there grew a terrible pain.
I imagine it like being hit by a train.

I wanted to scream, yell, punch the walls and curse.
I had to remove the log before I burst.

With all my strength I made a guttural heave.
Then I heard the splash and sighed with relief.

Pure Pooetry

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