Wild Poo Bush

My pubes are out of control.
Grown fast, covering my a-hole.

Shit comes out all strained.
Using so much force, I’m in pain.

Turds are caught in this filthy net.
Clumping together all sticky and wet.

The backlog of poo is getting beyond a joke.
It needs to flow freely like that of an egg yoke.

So I see a hairdresser for my slightly unseen.
I can tell you this, they weren’t too keen.

I spread apart my crack revealing my wild poo bush.
They applied the scissors and out blast rancid mush.

Pure Pooetry

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