Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Jul 2021
Whenever I need to
Take a number two
(That’s a poo)
You can bet your rear
That I go in fear of
Something near enough to
Sink its fangs into my ***
Toilet snakes!
They’re hiding in the drains
They’re coming for my bottom
I can’t get them off my brain
It’s bad enough that **** is shaped
Exactly like a snake
A ***** ***** cylinder
That could be filled with venom
Or with what I ate
For dinner yesterday
It’s finally digested
Now it looks that way
scream
It’s a snake!
scream
It’s a snake!
You’ve got to flush that **** away
Austin Sessoms
Written by
Austin Sessoms  31/M/Portland, OR
(31/M/Portland, OR)   
423
 
Please log in to view and add comments on poems