Poosings

At times I wonder
What lives in my poo?
And how is the ride 

And I do take pride
In thinking of who
And how far they wander

The journey is long
And surely hard
For the plumbing goes far

Much further than my car
And to places much marred
To be lost in the throng.

And such is the thoughts of my traveling shit
Of who, how far, and to what God awful pit.
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