Best Anus Poems

RIPAE BENI DEAU VER

In modus fasciculumque Brady pus.
Rogationes, confractum egemus.
Minara excommunica
Ripa nostra, sus amica,
Sic superbum precum, pape beatus.



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The National Poet Of Slovenia In A Language...

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We heard the voice 
Of the talking anus 
Beat like a light drum
Where saints were gathered.

But suddenly the stench hovered
And all hands drove close
To prevent...

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‘Hey stomach,’ says anus,
‘Would you cut the crap.’
“It’s not me,’ stomach says;
‘I won’t take the wrap.

It’s what they’re eating,
So blame teeth and mouth.
I’m innocent,’ says...

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Just what can astrology gain us?
The confusion surely must pain us.
Just how are you behooved--
Not to mention improved--
By knowing the moon's in Ur-anus?...

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Less than twenty-four hours after dashing off a poem 
   explaining why i wanted to die
found me experiencing physical duress vis a vis,...

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Janus god symbolizing beginnings and endings, grants wishes one may regret
A full Wolf Moon peaks illumination the 25th, rising from the horizon at sunset
New Year’s...

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There once was a farmer called Seamus,
who had an incompetant anus.
When out on a date with girlfriend Kate,
he blamed his dog when he farted,
to prevent...

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As I drift along the cosmos
taking eons for my thoughts to osmos.
Here’s an idea that might sound ALIEN,
just show some MOON to keep from failin.
Originating...

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Revealing my nakedness
Showing everyone my business
Somehow I'm still faceless
Like a book with blank pages
Might as well be talking from my anus
Hey miss!
I think you dropped...

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It has been drawn into attention that you constantly mention my faults. Point one at me and three you'll see point back at the enemy....

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I ask for answers to my problem around midday, carpenters nailing tables beyond their voices. Thinkers building fence of gold, wiping the devil under the...

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Sniff my reeking rectum,
Smell it with your nose,
Inhale its lethal fumes,
It smells like a blooming rose,
Place your nostrils against my reeking rectum, 
And indulge its...

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When the world seems at its end and the righteous ones have begun to bend,when injustice is now considered just and there is no one...

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farting sounds or not 
                    ...

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Now I am sleeping
The sleep of the dead
Laying in a coffin
Instead of a bed

My wife kept saying
I should have the test
I never listened
I thought I...

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