When I squeeze my balls, more cum falls,
I enjoy this quite a bit.
Other than masturbation, the only other passion,
Is to take a really big shit.
I like it when a huge turd, trying very hard,
Breaks a wind and then my asshole.
Several poems bleeds to me right then,
Then get flushed down the toilet hole.
My life is simple and plain, like piss rain,
I talk to my shit all the time.
My shit often tells me a tact, in fact,
That can fix any shitty rhyme.
My poems if read, with an empty head,
Will help move the bowels well.
And when you see your shit, smile a bit,
You know only truth I tell.
