a poem i wrote today....

Bob Saget in my tree

here's a poem i wrote today while i was taking a shit....

i sat, straining at the bowels, on that cold toilet
the water splashing up as my turds fell into the bowl made my but wet
oh the smell that others would find quite repulsive,
filled my nostrils with a sense of pleasant sensation
after about 7 minutes, i decided i had pooped out all that was gonna come out
it was time to wipe my ass
standing up, peering into the crapper, admiring the size of the turd
it was a moment of self satisfaction
a feeling of relief
a sense of security

my colon had been cleansed; my soul was fresh and new
all because of that one successful poo
it was very relieving
but i had to be leaving
back to the normal world, away from the porcelain fantasy land
for everyone would be wondering what was taking me so long int eh bathroom

i did not wash my hands

Being Enlightened

If it was the size of a forearm, I'd almost shake your hand.
But you know, the no washing hands thing doesn't go over well in the former republic of SARS.

Do you wash them before you masturbate? You don't want shit on your dick...well, maybe you do .

Unless you're planning on shaking the MAN's hand after that crap, please wash your hands, if not for yourself, for the rest of us poor suckers.

By the way, that was quite an entertaing piece of work there Saget, you're much funnier than Bob.