The Struggle

Every time i get that feeling
I know i will soon be dealing
I feel it push its way out, fast
That smell will really last
It is like small contractions
But a big distraction
Long and solid, brown
When i push, i just might frown
Squeezing out that last trailer
Earlier it was like a gun nailer
The inevitable turd, buoyant
Water lizard flamboyant
Poop power pushing outwards
It would make them cowards
Turd so enormous
Brought to life for us
Bright green as if starving
Hate those, mostly starving
Hundred Kuracs or more
Straining, i hit the floor
Finally it is released
Unleashed a new beast
I try to flush it down
It doesn't even crown
Clogging the toilet, fuck
Spilling over the bowl, FUCK
The shit starts to attack
Taking, not giving back
I grab a plunger and heave
Alas, i force it to leave
Sent to the sewers, good
Sent to the ground, should
I breath a sigh of relief
It came as if disbelief
And now it is gone
Forever, how wrong
No one got to see
The poopy majesty