CWG3, 3 grudnia 2011
The man walked casually down the street, tie around his
neck, briefcase in hand
Off for another day at the office, another day, no clue of
what was to come
Suddenly a sharp abdominal pain, too many feces ripping out
of intestines
Exploding torso shit cannon, spurting forth what should've
emptied from his bum
CWG3, 24 listopada 2011
Santa slides down the chimney with ease, bricks so slick
Spreading his "holiday cheer" all over the house
The Cohen family awakens to a new brown paint job
Christmas tree slouching under the weight of reindeer dung
CWG3, 24 listopada 2011
Ruptured colon, internal defecation
Infected anus, brown indication
Swelling buttocks, painful indignation
Oozing rectum, posterior inflammation
CWG3, 23 listopada 2011
Swirling intense mayhem, turd logs form a current
All are swept along into its mad brown torrent
Screams of agony emit from the vortex of diarrhea
Gary realizes
going to the Indian Buffet wasn't such a good idea
CWG3, 23 listopada 2011
The poop I eat is quite tasty
When I eat it I can't help but be hasty
It's delightful and it comes from my bung
I put it in my mouth and slosh it around with my tongue
I then let it glide right down my esophagus
The log lands in my stomach, fecal sarcophagus
It passes through my digestive tract
But it is already digested and remains intact
Therefore I recognize my turds when they reappear
I know each one intimately, their company I endear
I refer to each by name, but pets they are more than
They are friends and equals, a part of my clan
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