Short Fecal Poems
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Wiping my butt with sandpaper
shredding the skin off my cheeks
inhaling my own fecal vapor
i bleed from my butt crack for weeks
A poet once went without shaving
About his beard no one was raving
They all screamed, “Fecal stuff,
from Cooties in the buff!”
Went after him with razors waving!
I once told a lie
as I looked her in the eyes
LOL LOL LOL LOL LOL
I just smashed a bowl
CB is a troll
In both sense
Wandering through minds of the unforgiven
As they irrationally spill their metaphorical hearts
Ideally, we would flush
what is of little value –
wiser men and women
sending to the sewer
of time, putrid, fecal matter --
a byproduct common
to even the best
of societies...
lately, we elevate them
to higher orifice –
Crap dung excrement;
Discharged BM;
Defecation discharge fecal matter;
~
Wasted number two;
Deuce feculence faces manure;
Poop muck droppings ordure;
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Guano guand cowpats
Dung know
4/26/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2020
A fly dropped
into my soup;
drowning.
Down the drain I poured,
watching an old lady
digging through the garbage.
I puked as she ate
the stale bread
I had thrown away.
Yes, my life has had its fecal moments;
and hasn’t been like a bed of roses; but
at lease it ain’t been flushed down the toilet.
(Praise God)…
A fly dropped
into my soup—drowning.
Down the drain
I poured—watching an old lady
digging through the garbage…
I puked as she ate the stale bread
thrown away the day before.
Yes…my life…
has had its fecal moments …
has not been like a bed of roses—
Yet …it ain’t been flushed down the toilet.
SIAMESE TWIN
By Joel Thornton may 2015
Insentient
Insidious/deplorable
The fecal sediment settles to my sentiment
The sewages now inseparable.
An inability to act
Apathetic and indifferent
Pathetically react
Meaningless and unaware.
Now incapable of disjoining
Fused, spliced to the core.
Combining
Convergence
The gore, the urgency.
The horrible timing
The irony, how unfair.
Have you ever felt defeated?
Aimless in a purposeful world?
What the hell are we doing here?
Into this life we are hurled...
Is karma real? Is there really a god?
It is all just a sham? A fake? A fraud?
There are kings and beggars... Prisoners and saints...
But we all leave someday this world's restraints...
Everyday I paddle up this fecal stream...
I'm always hoping; wishing, this was all a dream...
...and the warnings rang strong
...and the cauldron wheezed
...and the magma lapped at strapping branches,
genetically equipped, with a passion,
for protecting the bulb
...and the poet rhymed on
...and the emperor, Nero, has resurfaced
...and the swinging, singing, stinging swarm
cycled back
...and the funk of it reached fecal proportions,
surpassing sweetness of rotting racoons
on the roadside
...and the poet rhymed on.
Test icles
Female dog
Oral stimulation
Wood
Rectal insert
Bulb of the vestibule
Raccoon
Box
Ipipi
Del dool
Dike
Cigarette
Akkineni
Mouthification
Analingus
Fornication Under Consent of the King
Fudge factory worker
Gay
Ejacu late
Fleshy folds of skin
Handwarmer
Black person ethnic slur
Pene
Rose thorn puncture
Cono
Strange
Sack
Fecal matter
Promiscuous woman
Pluck
Pecho
Obnoxious person
Faighne
Master Baker
My Briefs Lorraine
Fecal stains on my briefs
they must be washed
but to my dismay
they’ve gone away
I left them in a drunken stupor
on the floor by the pooper
and now they’re nowhere to be found
It’s not that I should have a care
I have many other briefs to wear
but my Lorraine is dear to me
they’re brillant blue and such a sight
reflecting in the pale moonlight
what shall I do, it’s such a plight
If I don’t find Lorraine tonight
© Ralph Sergi