Free The Rectum

Plugged in like a cork in the neck of a champagne bottle

Please ease the bowels full throttle

Rip it up, farts are the screams of trapped poo

Churn the contents of the rectum into goo

A slight tear, rectal bleeding 

Anal sphincters squeeze tight, wear you like a ring

An oath to a laxative diet and fiber

To know, to yield and to require

He who is constipated is a slave to the anus

Captured in a sewer penitentiary, peak heinous

Hold on to the toilet bowl, pop goes the weasel

The deity of the bowels arise, tear up let it trickle

A cuppa tea, where is the bran muffin?

Don’t concern yourself its Ramadan 




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