Poop: July 2020 (xi) "I want in the bowls, under the cover of farts Where many are brewing, so easy to shart, But I am an 'other', and I embrace the relase The toilet uncovered - the poop feels unease, The shine of the water, a spotlight to guide, An illumination exposes, my own dark insides I'm the night pooper attentive - alert for my bowls, I know with my success rate - few will feel a splash. A lone from a pack, the desire I seek To unleash my bowls, make the flush strong and not weak, It isn't a choice, but compelled, biological state, For eternal pooping - it is so my fate."
Ewww...this passes as music these days? And my mom thought the Beatles were indecent! What happened to songs about love and teen angst?
