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Pooetry

The Silent Fiend

At long last I’m all alone.
Sitting quietly on the throne.

The sound of silence is such relief…
Like an ocean view at the beach.

But silence can be deadly, a word from the wise.
Many unsuspecting victims suffered a nasty surprise.

First, you’ll feel the mass begin to churn.
And you’ll need relief when it starts to burn.

On your way, you vent a little gas.
Stomach aches from the pile of mash.

This silent fiend can’t be bribed with money.
But I recommend a good supply of undies.

Be prepared and be afraid cos this could happen to you.
Now if you all will excuse me I have some cleaning up to do.

Pure Pooetry

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