As soon as I unbuckle, it's ready to unleash I had a feeling this might be the day So I came prepared with windex and bleach I can hear it scream from way up here The terd must have hit with great impact I take my time to whip off every tear I refuse to settle for a mid-leveled crap I squeeze both cheeks apart and sit down again This time with a newspaper and goggles in hand Throw the prepared toilet paper in the trash can I refuse to cleanse my butt with a generic brand I feel the water splash against my left cheek I rise again and stare down at the toilet seat Because I am not finished, justice has not been served My job is not done until the result is long and curved I knew this would be rather hard, not at all easy But the best does not come without some squeezy
the poem in and of itself is fine but the premise sounds like somthing a gross 7 year old would right just to gross people out. not the best and realy disgusting
Now I'm poopin in a bucket Sitting on the edge with my nut bent I can feel it rip out my guts Long mushy stuff with little bitty nuts The juice runs down my pants Squeezed so hard now I need an ambulance I think I need an inema It makes me wonder what I ate for dinna Maybe some choclate cake or a hershey bar Looks like a little bit of both It rammed so hard that my butt cheeks went numb All that's left is a terd at float