I found this poem I must have written 20 years ago, when I didn't care about my brain |
I think perhaps that one of the worst feelings Is that you are about to need to take an acid shit But that's not all Because even though you though you were just gonna THINK ABOUT IT After you sat down you had no choice but to TAKE IT Still it's not over not this time This is no push splash Game over This is a slow gurgling in the depths Churning and compiling of what could be The worst shit of your life OK so you are sitting there being as patient as a saint for your stomach to fucking stop! Yeah, that feeling is pretty gross but that is not all Because when you finally co ordinate your asshole to get rid of the shit You have to put up with the SMELL of an acid shit OH YEAH And if you thought that ODOR was the end You were sadly mistaken my friend Because you turned around and LOOKED and it was like a nightmare come true That crap came outta you! That's it??!! I'm sure you'd like to think so but you forget about this horrendous love affair Your ass thinks it's having with the toilet seat Remembering, whle being drawn back to the horrible reality that will probably start ALL OVER AGAIN! |