I don’t know Just why I’m going But here I am on the can Trying to crap if I can Because I gots squats to do And I don’t wanna squat out a poo I am bloated, I have tears I could could crap for a thousand years A thousand craps that would remake me In different colors shit in fear Run, run, run, run, Bring your asswipe too. Run, run, run, run, Bunch your asswipe too, Run, run, run, run, Crappin all the afternoon, That’s watcha do. What asswipe shall the Poo swirl wear To all tomorrow’s toilets? There I go again, Down on my ass again, And I’ve got gas again. I better shit it. I’ll be your Toilet, reflect What you crap In case it won’t go. The wet asshole’s fart song. You ate your European cheese. You crapped away under trees. Now your poo farts are gone, They say so long, you better Wipe up and move on. Ass wipe, ass neat. See my shit paper blowin on down the street. The Old Doctor had reached His limit. It was now two hours And he hadn’t shit once. I’ve never expressed myself so Darn wetly, wiped my ass With another curly-haired joy, Just another ploy. Here it comes now, now, Here it comes now, now, Here it comes now, Here it comes comes now, now Here it comes now, now Here it comes Oh, oh, it feels so good Oh, oh, like it’s made outta wood, Just look and see. I know that shit cares about me Cause I crapped my name And I know that I’ll be long dead and gone But I’ve crapped my name And now my bowels been opened Who is that knocking, Who’s knocking at my anus door. Could it be the cheese? All kindsa crap inside side. I’ve come to love those feces That are the smallest species Of what will crap. What goes on with my crap, I think I am bunging up. Some kinda shit Is mistaken for jism Jesus, help me have a proper poo. Some people crap so very hard That they do forget to wipe I saw my crap falling, Rolling on the ground. Like my doctor said, Your shit’s a little red. Succulent poo so ripe. If you close the door, This shit could last forever. Who gives a shit that it makes showers, Who gives a shit that it makes flowers When all I do is fart. Heavenly drops of feces Seem to dribble from his smile. He started crappin that fine, fine mucus. His wipe was saved by the extra roll, The extra roll. You better poo it now. I whiff every crap I take From smells so faint To gags of glory. I knew the answer Was there in the crapper Where my shit stinks so high. You gotta hear me scream and out, Call my loathsome poos my toys. Crap comin out my ass, Takes me to the comfy Scenes of the shitty, Crap comin out my ass. Every day I shit and fuss, And every night I fart Where I does. Oh, why am I so dry? All the asswipe seems To cut my hole Oh, tell me why I am so dry? I’m gonna have a real long shit forever. Here comes a big one, And the waves, down to the drain. One thing I can’t understand Is why I can’t always shit when I go To the can. It’s just too much, Just too much, and I just don’t understand. Sweet crappy brown comin on down Comin down all over me. Over-poo, over-poo, over-poo. It’s hard takin a crap Inside of a leviathan whale. What feces shall I say is smelling From across the room? This is my best shit, Certainly not your average god or avatar. It understands me when it’s Going down, down, down. Oh, it hurts to shit that way. I got a funny motion And I’m crappin again. I know where every secret lies Inside of your crap. One of these days, who knows How long, I’m gonna crap my last And then I’ll be gone. If I could be anything In the world of poo, I’d be a CIA killer drone And come swimmin up to you. I’m sticky with poo And anyone who Didn’t see this coming Is what? Hey, Mr. Crap, Woncha comin on down? Ooh, baby, I been shittin so hard Tears fillen up in my eye eyes Hey Mr. Crap, Woncha comin on down. If you crap along with pee Some of the piss’ll get on your knee. You know your life is looking like This midget crap. And that’s the stink and taste of it, And that’s the stink and taste of it, Poo poo, poo poo Poo poo, poo poo. This one is three. This one that is two Lets its hand lightly Slip out of the other’s, Slips away down the drain. Hear that crap drop, What a plop. No lame blog is ever gonna take my shit. Now Don and me, We are both a part of this, Though we think it’s all just Prepositionless shit. I got a quarter And a nickel Down in my poo. Dominant craps Come out the ass Of Dame Fortune. Wrap your turdies in reams. There is no asswipe Left in the can. There is no asswipe To clean up this man. All of my shits and creams, And everything, Can’t wipe them away. There is no asswipe. There is no asswipe. I guess I’ve had a smelly shit. I’m very lonely, Now that I’ve flushed. It’s alright, The way that I shit. You gotta wipe it and you wipe it Again and again until you’re raw meat. The turd plop Is long gone, But still it smells On the soft summer breeze. I gotta stop Wipin my ass. My hehmmerhoidds Are breakin apart. Oh shit, you know I ain’t cracked a fart Ever since you flushed away. Just remember that your asshole Is a maker of clay. When I think of all the craps I’ve had And I know that they haven’t even yet gotten bad, And it has only just begun. It’s such a funny scene, All of my craps driftin into people’s dreams. Feel so shitty, As if really, really Gotta crap. Hey, I've not a young ass anymore. I plop em in my pants and in pockets And I even plop some on the floor. Here it comes, You better watch your aim. It’s come to rip your rhoids in two. And I’m stalling: I’ve got a crap That I don’t want to have. Watch out, Your ass is behind you, Watch out, it’ll always Let it be known All of the shit you’ve sown. I’m waiting for a crap. Up comes a big one, One that breaks into pairs. Everyone pi ah fuck it. It was just like the shit I had back in 1963. Some shits moan like Nico. I’m gonna poo my shit, I’m gonna poo my shit, I’m gonna pooooo myyy shit. Despite all the constipation, I realize how many craps Have plopped between us. I found a reader, And the reader here is you.