nave

okay, so i share this poem with everyone. i sorta have a poo fetish i guess one would say. i like to talk about my bowel movements and all my gas explosions and other bodily functions as well as any other poo related stuff, except the for the bear, were not on good terms. and well i wrote this about an incident i had, you know the kind where you take a shit and it sticks to the bottom of the toilet clogging it?
i hope you enjoy it as much as I do.

without wax,
nave

POOP ON A STICK

my system is revolting
every time i have something sweet
my pasty white delicates are plastered to the seat
i'm split wide open for the chocolate river rush
i can't begin to tell you every time i flush
i watch the tissue swirl to abyss
but sometimes i panic when they miss
the fear of disobedient poo always lingers in my mind
all it needs is one good push
am i daring with the hand
or will i need a stick this time?