Poo's Cruise

After burners don't have to just come with a rocket ship.

The first time, I squeezed with all I had and nearly dislocated my hip.

Yet here, on the second run, I can barely hold it in without spilling.

Because I have so much waste left that's ready and willing.

It's probably best described with metaphors and images.

Like a cruise ship being followed by its burning motor's vestiges.

Ah the spectrum of effort you have to impart.

From bursting a blood vessel to fearing the slightest fart.

If only bodily functions could show some consistency.

Our undergarments would continue to be racing stripe free.