Feeling like a dam that’s about to flood hell.
With each expulsion causing my sphincter to swell.
No fart will be safe for the rest of the night.
Unless it’s directed into this porcelain so white.
No number one nor two but number one and a half.
Believing I could fill a two gallon carafe.
No more dairy, sugar or starches.
‘Cause that last poop caused my feet to cramp in their arches.
Narration coming soon
Narration coming soon for this voice