The Shitty Poets Society
Where Love Poems Meet Psychosis
Wednesday, April 1, 2015
Poop
Brown and squishy,
Sometimes smelly,
Formed inside
The human belly.
Walnuts in one,
Sweetcorn in another,
Twin turds are born
From a different mother.
Pick them up
For a bitter snack,
Or flush them away
Like a load of crap.
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