Release of the Colon Beast

Unholy beast
From my colon released,
In a vapor you blanket the room.

From my swampy South-East
You slipped out as though greased;
Here you linger, increasing our gloom.

Born from a feast
That my beltsize increased,
You’re the worst of the anti-parfumes.

If I steady my gaze
In the sting of your haze,
And pretend that I cannot detect you,

Will I doubt enough raise
As to who’s ass malaise
Made their colon upend to eject you?

An age-old tradition, but one could do worse:
I’ll blame you on whomever mentions you first.


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