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Tsunami of Shit

Smash that flush button.
We’ll swirl beside ex-mutton.

We’re ridin’ the fecal craze.
Surfin’ through brown haze.

We dodge nuggets of woe.
And bask in the surfers glow.

This is my wave dude.
Surfing on your ex-food.

Now here comes the tidal wave.
Hang ten number two, that’s brave.

The shit turns into a tsunami.
It’s ok, I’m dropping a whole salami.

Pure Pooetry

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