A ramen bowl - the pained cheeks squeezing still
Above the porcelain throne, his thighs caressed
In great strain, his bowels seeking to un-fill,
Whereon the chilled white seat his buttocks pressed.

Will those cherished friends wait for him to push
This fiery feces from his loosening thighs?
And how can body, poised above that flush,
But feel the fat **** throbbing where it lies?

A shudder in the ***** expulses there
The burning ***, a plop, that lost half-hour,
And thick brown smear…
                                            Being so immense,
So swollen, in the thick stench of the air,
Did he envisage he would need a shower
Before the indifferent cheeks did let that drop?