Poems pipes pumping poop places people pretend to know.

The plumbing of poetry for people pretending not to cry.

A Piece played that pleas for peace when patience was never a friend.

"Plumbers will always have a job as long as people keep pooping"
Donna Jones Jun 3

Flying in blue sky
A seagull as a moment
And shits on my head

Sorry to use a swear language but it was the only word that seemed to fit quite nicely :)
James Jun 2

Went to the bathroom to sit on the pot
I like to poop while I'm on the clock
There wasn't any paper
I used a finger scraper
I might better had used my sock

Sorry, I can't help myself today

Sometimes the futility takes me
and stuffs me in a box, too small

When it happens on a Monday
to the coffee pot, I'll crawl

I'll sit down at the table
my mug with brew, in hand

Staring out my kitchen window
surveying my yard, and land

Thoughts occur as lighting
arriving at the same time, that their gone

Watching my neighbor's cats and dogs
taking craps, upon my lawn

:/ Sometimes, I get a plastic bag, and throw poop as would an angry monkey, over the fence.
Ginny Webb May 5

Come on now let me get
The poop off your butt.
You wouldn't want me to
Just leave it there to rot.

Stop flailing about
Like a little octopus
You don't have eight tentacles
But your two legs thrash enough.

Quit spreading all the poop
With your Herculean feet.
I like my dirty carpet clean
Not buttered with your leaks.

Oh, little man of mine.
Oh, tiny newborn wren.
Give me a thousand kisses
Before you shit a storm again.

A little giggle in the morning...for all the parents out there, sinking knee deep in stinky diapers! ;)

Poop slidin out ma ass
Squirts of liquid and spurts of gas
Constraining my face
To push it out and away
That lil turd hangin from ma hole
It's almost like it's got a soul
I shake it off quick
That big black stick
And then it goes plop
Down in the poop pot
Wash it away, with tears and say
"Urrrrgea, that was a big one aye?"
Then flush it down
And watch it fade away

You find inspiration everywhere :)
Nateive Son Feb 14

Zachy Hill
Beats the poop outta his drums
Like he's wrestling an algorithm
From the back of some shitty
Wal-Mart warehouse
Where the old black guys
And young white guys
Smoke menthols together
And listen to AM radio
While discussing
This god-forsaken planet
And how every two feet
Some asshole has thrown his garbage
To be found by the slum Indian children
And turned into the next
Windows platform
That's not how I get to Control Panel
I usually take the 2nd exit
Down Cherry Street
Where Dad taught us the difference
Between crab apples
And something edible.


Watch out!
I told my bare feet upon the lawn
the dog does love his landmines
even wrote a song

Woof woof, bark bark
your foot upon my mark
we're not at the neighbors
or roaming the dog park

Woof woof, bark bark
grab all your thin plastic bags
picking up my precious treasures
as my tail bobs, and wags

Woof woof, bark bark
can't spy them from the roof
I hide them so damn well
the squirrels in no way, poop proof

Liquid, my least favorite
followed by a semi squishy log
left there on my grass
as presents, from my dog

I think ear wax, is the only thing that's defies poet-tri-fication.
Butt, hum a few bars ;D

Ya really got to wonder
how the process really works
Turning food into something
closely akin to mud, or dirt

Eat that steak or yogurt
and magically it seems
It's turned to something brown
as out your ass, it streams

The mysteries of waste
a defecated product made
simple fertilizer proof
of something, now decayed

It's a total wonder
as joy upon release
a crap that feels so good
as defecations, cease

God in his infinite wisdom
created life and everything
laughing uncontrollably
as bowels, are emptying

:D Oh yeah, The crapolla is in the house!
I would have marked this "adult", butt, let's face it, it's not ;D~
Temporal Fugue Nov 2016

Politically incorrect
speaking of any defects
pundits and fools, object

Is there anyone of us, that isn't defined in some clique'?
I'm fat, ugly, and balding :D Although, that may not qualify as EEO material.
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