Organic Matter -I Gotta Go
organic matter;
derriere rush,
after I'm done wiping myself off, then gotta flush;
flushing it down into the water closet;
got to go plunging poo;
ooh! ooh! ooh!
oh oh no shaped like a log;
floating on the water top;
of the stool it's poo!
And it's gotta come out shoo!
Dirty, filthy body waste manure stool;
Just, organic matters
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2021
7/22/21
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