I'm a little constipated
The shit is fully formed
Big boned hard logs
Mind deformed
I can't squeeze hard
My sphincter feels weak
I just meditate and pray
Want god to come and tweak
Wouldn't it be lovely
If god used his index digit
Wiggle it in my asshole
Drag out the offending shit
Anyways if wishes were horses
My shizzy would fly
This isn't the case at all
As introverted as they are shy
Impatiently I sit
Stretched anus, turd halfway out
Like a mockery of my birth
"Holy fuck" I shout
When especially in the mango season
The shit is sticky and it clings
I scream unparliamentary verbs
And go hopping mad with springs
"Plop" is the sound I want to hear
I'll be nice and kind to life
I promise every god a good deed
Every turd a wife
But nothing
I sit waiting
No pressure
I sing
Ring ring ring...
Plop
I sing
Hooray
