Best Excreting Poems

I didn’t do my math homework!
I watched T.V instead!
I better come up with an excuse... and quick!
Or else I’m surely dead!

My brother tore it!
It’s in...

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I'm but a frail bird tasked to bring hope and spread peace.
How shall I fly high in the sky with such a brittle burden!
My heart...

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I wept, my insides swelling
Despising every fiber of my body…
I focused on the glassed scenery before me
Longing to be a bird…so I might fly so...

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Feed them,
feed them lies
Feed them the lies they love so well

Give them gut rot,
make their distended bellies swell
Excreting lies so disgusting,
they leave an awful, putrid...

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Food
                        ...

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Monah Kaur and Robert Kumar fled from London, came to ‘Hindustan’; tied the knot
The 'Singhs' stopped their songs and 'Kumars at no. 42' burnt their...

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Brains excreting pictures
dreams
stories

"Chia Pet Poets" 
exploring emotional trade winds
escaping reality 
for SIX minutes
returning
for seconds
entranced 
for SIX hours
thunder
from fingers
for days
therapy
for nights
grins hidden deep 
beneath booger eyelids
crusted
wipe...

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I'm dreaming of bleeding
My hearts in receding
A darkness descending 
In chambers unending 
I just want to flippin die
It's so putrid, I could cry
Could you please...

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I walk into my room every day 
seeing that closet. I wake up 
and I think in my mind "there's 
that sin."
It's a eternal evil,...

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 OCTOBER-SOARED TEMPERATURE 

 Extemporing October heat, October heat,
 You always dance with the flaming beat.
 Not like September,...

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Part Three

Did you not notice then
How uneasy I was in the eye of abundance
How hiding from the surfeit of joy
From whose very object I
Learned not...

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In Nkporoland, filled with milk and honey
We read the hand written on the wall under
The milky moon with our stomach painted with the earth
When we...

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https://m.soundcloud.com/user-921599710/processes-of-life
 

The basic essence of being alive
The process to live and thrive
Movement as the ability to move
Respire to release energy from food
Response to changes, sensitivity
Building...

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Brittle to the touch
So fragile these walls
that are put up to hide
happiness in exchange for anonymity.

On the outside looking in 
Cannot fathom the reasons for...

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To experience,
The sensual delight,
of eating.

We must endure,
The exigency, 
Of excreting....

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