The roar in my belly.
Feels like its smelly.
All those yellow substances prancing about.
An equivalent to a trout.
Its heaty down that area.
Signs of a diarrhoea.
Relieve washed me after the release.
Now pass me the air freshener please!
The bowl fused green toxic gases.
The flowers died in the vases.
by Sha Najak, poet/artist
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