Category Archives: Poetry of the Arse

pre-shower

Oh after-work pre-shower poo, sweaty, filthy, naked too, those who thought I stank before, should poke their head inside this door.

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cocktail night

O squirty poo at cocktail night, cream and citrus churning fight? But while my bowels are burning bright, my brain is flying like a kite.

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tar-shit

O guts ache tar-shit, thick and black Barely budging though my crack I mustn’t push despite the pain Or else I’ll probably shit a vein.

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acid tar

O viscous cloying reeking sludge, I strain and push to make you budge, like acid tar you bring me pains, I worry for my rectal veins.

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being fisted

O massive poo whilst rather pissed, on a chart of hugeness you’d be listed, I bet my ring is getting blistered, its rather like i’m being fisted.

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frozen cheeks

O morning poo in pre-dawn freeze, frozen cheeks and thighs and knees, while rising tendrils of warm air, reek of “log du derriere”

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arse pube

O morning poo my arse you leave, pushing through the aresepube sieve, and for your parting I don’t grieve, in fact it’s more like a reprieve.

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