Torrents of Brown

It’s 100 degrees, I shit you not.
My poop gushes out like runny snot.

Everything is all melty and gross.
As if I took a laxative dose.

At high volumes, this sludge flows.
The scent will send you comotose.

Like a fire hydrant, it spews out heavily.
And my butthole toots a sour melody.

When the torrents of brown finally fade…
There lay the colours of a million brown shades.

Pure Pooetry