Cornhole Anyone?

He beat me to the stall.
So to the 3rd floor I trespass 
To push my poo out my ass
And pretty much, that is all.

But wait, there's more!
I look to see what has passed
Corn riddled poo in store 
For mine eyes to have surpassed 

If I had not looked 
None the wiser
That stall was booked
And me a miser

So always peek
Of the poos that leak
From you who are woke
A great and billowing cloak!
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