POOP POETRY
poop, poop. I love to poop.
pebble turds or in a loop.
Sometimes it comes out like soup.
Oh, how i love to poop.
i wake in the morning and sit on my throne.
when no one is around and i am all alone.
i push and i squeeze.
and i beg the lord please.
please give me a turd.
some people in the world are so uptight.
they need to take an exlax and call it a night.
wake in the morning to see the sun show.
sit on their throne AND LET THAT S**T GO!