My shit smells bad, real trouble I had,
With a largish turd yet to float.
It was huge in size, a boat capsize,
If I happen to shit on a boat.
Friends says no, poop don't know,
We're tired of this filthy fare.
I tell them yes, biochemical in dress,
Shitting is an awesome affair.
I sit on a pan, thinking the next plan,
Pooping always makes my mind go.
The sentimental this, the emotional that,
Are flushed with the cistern flow.
Of course my asshole hurts,
The turd left a gaping hole.
But gods are not vile, in their smile,
I see a sweetly recovering soul.
I see a plant, from my mouth at slant,
Come out with the blessings from god.
Miracle this might be, I suspect it's actually,
A bolus of vomit with a growing pod.
My stomach turns to churn, become taciturn,
I am dropping shit from both sides.
Shit and vomit, holy cow tit,
There's now no place for me to hide.
