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Ode To Mo

Excrement and feces
And droppings galore
The bowl is full
And yet there is more

The waste will run out
In an excruciating excretion
The defecation of Hershey squirts
Seems as if it shall never come to completion

We once called it poop
But now it's bowel movement
The anal fudge flux
A dysentery illusion

As we sit on the potty
Or should I call it the loo
The hicks call it the backdoor trots
But it's definitely poo

Some call it diarrhea
I say a feverish discharge of the runs
I've gotta go bad
But I hate public johns

The flow in the stool
Isn't quite pretty
But it's become home
To intestines that won't give me pity

I think I am done
And light up a match
But I forgot about methane
I'm gone in a flash

I died giving birth
To a brown chunky log
But now I'm in heaven
And laughing with God

by Mitch Scheffler