Magic, Pooetry


People don’t know that magick is real.
Until a ripper from my butt does peel.
The horrendous stink it makes.
Resembles stale chocolate cakes.
Voodoodoo between my cheeks I feel.

Shizhard Wizard knows with his nose.
The Southern Zone will need a hose.
And a magick spell to cleanse the crack.
Purge this sinister Voodoodoo attack.
Before another rectal round blows.

Armed with a brown Voodoodoo doll…
And an enchanted toilet paper roll.
I prepare the spell to get poopy-payback.
I’ll dump a caca-curse on this maniac!
Their undies will be flooded from their own hole!

Pure Pooetry

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