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CONSTIPATION
Poem into bright creation
Oh, the pains of constipation!
Hours have passed, I've
merely parted
Rump cheeks and effetely farted.
Those weak blasts of wind
excluded
Nothing concrete has extruded!
Other assholes far more
shitten
In their time have poems written.
Am I such a screwed up nerd
That can't shit a single turd?
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