Testo Fecal Forgery

Poetry in motion
A quiescent movement in my bowels
An unrelenting thirst for this fecal forgery

Inundated with revolting matter
This succulent banquet of crud and gore
The playful joy of fecal batter
As I am engulfed in excremental charm
I did nothing, I smell nothing
Terrorised by this fumy hors d'oeuvre

This fecal forgery
Befouling my decency
In festering excretions I rest
This succulent banquet of nectarous chyme
I suffocate and gasp
The perfume of the dead, in my ass lies to rest
Oh holy puzzle of manure
I piece together with grand rigor
All that rotting fumes beget
A colonic arrest
Poetry in motion
A quiescent in my bowels
An unrelenting thirst for this fecal forgery
This fecal forgery
Befouling my decency