I prefer my eggs not runny,
Nor is it my fancy for a shit.
To be squirting from my anus is not funny,
I don’t like the feeling of it one bit.
The pain is unbearable,
I begin to wince and shreek.
It feels as if I were shitting a table,
My knees begin to tremble, vision starry, I’m growing ever so weak.
What good pushing this hard will do, I know not,
I’m sure nothing good will come from this.
I feel my organs binding in great knots,
I feel like a woman as my asshole begins to expell piss.
The backsplash hits me in the toosh,
And I begin to weep.
For my bum is covered in wet mush,
And so is the bottom of the seat.
A day with diarrhea is far from great,
There’s nothing glorious about it.
Diarrhea, diarrhea, thoughts of you bring on feelings of hate,
But when its all said and done and the pain is gone, diarrhea is just another form of shit.
Mr. Doodie URI
