Hype

Foul smelling gas
Spewed forth from my ass
With such violent expulsion 
I assumed the worst would pass

Like a terror of a poo
Something frightening and new
A poo that would cause a tearing revulsion 
This was likely, I knew.

Once on the pot
With the seat nice and hot
I was hit with a sudden compulsion 
To leave and poop not.

Big gas pushed out!
Loud as an elephant snout
And into the water an emulsion 
Of tiny poo, filled only with doubt.
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