The Struggle Within

A squelch between my cheeks meant only one thing.
Something was brewing and it resembled chow mein.

I tried to hold it back, but the beast would not be subdued.
I hate to tell you this, but I gave into the number two.

All cos I couldn’t get my belt open in time.
The flooding gave my pants the terrible slime.

Ferociously it came like a wild spack-attack.
This brown invasion directly from my crack.

I feel so ashamed with this pants puddle of poo…
All cos my butt felt the need to violently spew.

Pure Pooetry

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