Pics Or It Didn’t Crappen

You search for the words yet your hand lies still.

You’d like to chronicle the event but don’t have the will.

Your attempt to speak is fruitless and in vain.

Because your smelly brown creation’s too raunchy to explain.

Who would believe such an exaggerated tale.

Your boasts fall on deaf ears while your pride starts to swell.

‘Cause any photographic evidence will not be allowed.

Past any restrictions handed down by THE CLOUD\!