Massive Monday

It’s been two weeks

Where Monday brings the biggest load

The volumes it speaks

Of how the poop at work flowed

But ceases in the home.

Friday night rages, Saturday pagan ritual

Tons of food consumed

But for the gas, the spectre of poop was virtual

Like as a body exhumed

It is there, but nobody’s home.

And now I swear ten pounds less

I must be

For when I peer down at this mess

I do see

Why I did not shit while I was home.

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