fecal forgery

poetry in motion, a quiescent movement in my bowels, an unrelenting thirst for this fecal forgery, inundated with revolting matter, this succulent banquest of drud and gore, the playful joy of fecal batter, as i am engulfed in excremental charm, i did nothing, i smell nothing, terrorized by this fumy hors d'oeuvre, this fecal forgery, befouling my decency, in festering excretions i rest, this succulent banquet of nectarous chyme, i suffocate and gasp, the purfum of the dead, in my ass lies to rest, oh holy puzzle of manure, i piece together with grand rigor, all that rotting fumes beget, a colonic arrest, peotry in motion, a quiescent movement in my bowels, an unrelenting thirst for this fecal forgery, this fecal forgery, befouling my decency