The poop moves through me,
Like the blood in my veins,
I am not autistic, i just like trains.
In the realm of faeces,
The bodily function king reigns supreme,
Soft diarrhea flows, like the gulf stream.
We may not be aware, we may not know.
But paint the picture now, let the records show!
Trapped in the bathroom, we are all prisoners here
To the bodily functions puppeteer.
As the poet said
''I sit here broken-hearted
came to shit but only farted
Yesterday i took a chance
Tried to fart but shat my pants''
Fickle, our overlord, is he not?