I think some of my days are difficult sometimes.
Felt a little easiness caused by an intestinal colic,
but nothing of a urine or a tummy grief, but oh, farts,
incredible, with much perfumes to shy a french blender,
forced me to wear the robotic garments to check pollution.
Felt first contraction to realize my focal in seventh sky,
would make a brutality to squeeze limbs to release burden,
turned to my friend, telling subtly, 'Ah, can't wait now,
to get in a bag at the airport, cause I need to drop a clay.
At this moment, I felt pricked pinches vulturing my shorts,
but regain the strength of will to work and to held the wave,
oh my god, the buzzard was crazy to leave body at any cost,
made a Herculean effort to stop pressures exploding any time.
Crashed in the toilet to sit on the seat in pre stated garments,
the temporary relief came in the form of bubble from stomach,
indicating, at least for now, things had been accomodated,
I tried to distract my tensions by reading a magzine undesired.
Ah, my mom, relaxed finally, I want to forget this day of shit.
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Comments
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haha. A surrealist poem about bowel trouble..
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Wonderful
very well done. Best of luck in the contest.
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lol! a very funny poem. i loved how the words make you pay attention, and figure out the story they are actually telling. Great job ^-^
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