The Sound of Shiteness

Hello brownness my old friend.
I’d come to squeeze one out again.

The scent was planted in my brain.
It still lingers and remains.

Restless bowels I pooped alone.
I shat out many a brown stone.

When my butthole released a stab.
A rancid and slimy fecal slab.

Flushed was the sound of shiteness.
Gurgling and bubbling the shiteness.

Out of the naked cheeks I saw.
A thousand shits raining downpour.

Then came the sound of shiteness.
The groans of a forced shiteness.

Pure Pooetry

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