Two Days Critical

The past two days I’ve been at critical mass.
Expelling fecal monsters from out my ass.

Stinky and brown and covered in blood.
Are these terrifying creatures from the land of mud.

Where they came from I do not know.
And each one fights back when it’s time to go.

Perhaps I’ve awoken a gateway from Hell?
I’d say I have judging by the smell.

This horrid curse must be destroyed.
The soldiers of shite must be deployed.

Fecal war is waged so I can be free.
From these fecal monsters for all eternity.

Pure Pooetry

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