Once you turn the other cheek…
Your deposits become rather meek.
So bring it closer to your heart.
Feel the tension from an incoming fart.
Friday night fecal flurries.
Created from dirty, dirty curries.
The hiss of a spraying brown.
Speckled, you paint it on the town.
Squeezing out a rancid deuce.
Creating some heinous fecal juice.
Turn it into a chocolate mousse.
You’ll wish it had a different use.
A heave and a huff to oust the last drop.
You’re oozing out the final plop.
Now you finally wipe your tainted hole.
And clean this stained porcelain bowl.