| The colon explodes with diarrheal sepsis,
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| Anal leakage ecstactically shed,
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| A stenching mass of post bolal rot,
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| corn laced reeking ano-gastric snot,
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| Your skivvies besmirched with fetid mung,
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| Liquid viscous, peanut dotted dung,
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| Your rectum protrudes from its now swollen rim,
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| Your diapers are filled to the brim.
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| Virgophrenic ass,
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| through which the sludge is passed,
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| colypeptic chyme,
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| It always hurts the first time
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| Defecate… Remove the dregs
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| Terminal colorrhagia,
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| with an afterbirth of chyle,
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| saponaceous foam,
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| to you lips bring a smile
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| (Solo: «Manual Deinstallation of Ordure from Partially Decrepit Bungs»
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| by L. d. |
| Muerte)
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| Table manners lacking in grace,
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| your fingers used to stuff your face,
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| your breech still emitting rancorous poo,
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| pour another bowl of butthole stew,
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| Your anus wiped clean with antiseptic pads,
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| Depuration of fecal clots,
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| Powdered with talc, your bilge takes on a pallor,
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| Decreptitation, a sickening false alarm,
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| Digested pablum disposed of with haste,
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| Bursting at the seams, a bag full of waste,
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| Decontaminated, to try and make amends,
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| You’re bound to fill your trousers… again! |