Disgusting Poetry ~ Sphincter Spasms

A twist in my seat.
Gurgling guttural gastronomy.
Why? What did I do to you?

It is coming.
Harsh bowels. Distant whiff.
Wondering when wipe of wonder will relieve.

Sphincter spasms.
Time to depart with quick sprint.
Oh, please wait!

Relief.
Splattered mess.
Oder arises.

Should have been closer.
Brown rinse.
Clean up.

Time to go now.

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