I take a long shower and wash out my bum.
But the sweat, it soon trickles into an uncomfortable sum.
Now each poop I take leaves a brown-colored stain.
Along the walls of my cheeks to my utter disdain.
If only I could last, if it were, just a day.
Without the residue of poop getting in my way.
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