The ease of it all gives me plenty of worry.
Because, for once, I entered the room and squatted with no hurry.
Why do I strain and struggle without warning.
Yet perform with the greatest of ease on each morning.
I’ll never understand the inconsistencies of my excretory system.
It’s a science not obtained by conventional wisdom.
It spatters, it oozes, it sprinkles it sluices.
But they’re all just a product of my digestive juices.
Narration coming soon
Narration coming soon for this voice