Short Rectum Poems

“You, my friend, are getting to be a pain in the ask”
“Dear auto-correct, that's not what I was trying to express!”
Aren't you the expert
At least I didn't get censored
“a pain in the rectum” was really what I trying to stress...

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School boys and girls
marching to their own 
drum, knowing that fear
smell like piss wetting 
your neat Ann Landers
undies, tastes like a 
mouthful of nettles 
and feels like the finger
of a disposable glove
shoved up your rectum.

It comes from guns
and those behind the trigger
but only without guns
can things get better....

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There once was a boy named Willie Dunkhole 
Who fell backwards onto a hard pole 
It went straight up in 
As it scraped off the skin 
From his rectum deep down to his soul 

Now, I don't know if he was alright 
Cause, he jumped then flew out of sight 
I'll tell you right now 
Just watch where you fall 
Or, you could wind up in the same plight

07/31/2019...

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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 rank, stuffy scent,
Put your nose right up my anus,
And delight until you’re spent,
Don’t be shy now,
Please don’t choose to delay,
Quickly sniff my rancid, stinking, reeking rectum, 
And draw in its pungent bouquet....

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The corn flakes flew acRoss the room,
The raisins hung in air,
Eruption sticky as the glue,
Vibrating rectum fair,
He slung a towel about his waist,
He needed a a flaming shower,
But then the bowel in recital haste,
Did paint the walls a shower,
No need 2 sit upon the throne,
He quietly closed the door,
And whistling a  regretfully tune,
Sultana .brand he swore
Don Johnson...

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A dead baby lays in the middle of the road
her mother decapitated, blood seeps into the river -
A piece of bamboo and a broken bayonet
one penetrates the rectum, the other, 
a man's head -

The water is stale, bitter, and putrid
a corpse washes up on shore -
a young boy, his skull smashed in 
blood on the butt of a rifle -

A sword, a decapitated torso
rotten flesh, a mass grave
hands mounted to a poll
spoiled meat, rotting in the sun.......

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There once was a young man named Rig
his rectum two sizes too big
	whenever he farted
	his two cheeks they parted
expelling a fireworks fizgig

The fizgig it fizzled and hissed
as it came through out of the mist
	we spluttered and we gagged
	as on the fizgig dragged
and now we were thoroughly pissed

Rig laughed and muttered, “I’m sorry.
Passed as I stepped from the lorry.
	The step was too high,”
	he said with a sigh,
“of getting back in, I’m charry!”...

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