Construction workers
Port-o-let Museum tour
Frozen fecal chunks

Dr. Mehmet Oz
Always hustling vegetables
Passing softened stool

Named my dink Kojak
My, how he shines in sunlight
Who loves ya, baby?

Restaurant etiquette
External predigestion
Please use the drive thru

The day we were wed
Demons danced on your shoulder
With tiny pitchforks

Where is my asshole?
This hive mind mentality
Compound eye bullshit

Turned into a bug
Emitting a high pitched noise
Can

Like some strange creatures,
I vomited up my guts,
all over my food.

I believe that's called
external predigestion.
Hiccup! Excuse me!

*singEing, but of course.
Singing butt hairs would be weird.
My, but my butt stinks.

Cuntfart Cunt's my wife.
I'm fairly certain of this.
If I call her fat...

Cuntfart stops posting.
Crying in the "comfort room".
a.k.a. bathroom.

There's no comfort found
in a Philippines bathroom;
There's never TP.

Many mosquitoes.
Ass looks like a strawberry.
So many red bites.

Cutting the cheese farts.
Limburger overdose poots.
That's not ammonia.

Real farts have sulfides.
Stinky cheese has amine smell.
They are not the same.

When the poets poot.
Candlelight gas explosions.
Singing hidden hairs.

Dogs always find out
Is there cheese in your pocket?
Fart stain in your pants?

I can hear God's dog.
It's vomiting on my couch.
Or my wife's horny.

Despite what they say,
vaginas do not explode,
even with Pop Rocks.

My enormous cunt
remains unsatisfied by
your tiny penis.

She would leave me.
But she's become a fat pig.
Nobody wants her.

Nothing is wasted
If I have to use tweezers
I will smoke this roach

Grinch farts Grinch farts, yeah!
Grinch farts Grinch farts Grinch farts, yeah!
Grinch farts Grinch farts, yeah!

Tried to get it on
With a horny stoplight once
But no GO signal

Maybe we could try
Still have a few drinks and screw
In a dark alley

Poetry Robot
No marital relations
Ejaculates grease

Grinch farts up the front
Impressive labia stunt
Cuntfart Cuntfart Cunt

I do not have a wife. I am not a lesbian. I am single.

I don

I mentioned the wife,
but you are back to Grinch Farts.
What is wrong with you?

Grinch farts for Christmas
Just the right size for stockings
So green and smelly

Poles Dancing Club. What?
Accordions..Bobby Vinton!?
Not as expected

Imagine Darth's wife.
Does he even have a wife?
If so, pity her.

Beastiality
Turned myself in to the cops
For screwing a pig

Looking for something ?
I hope it's not poetry
You won't find that here

run run hurdle
Run run hurdle run run
Run run hurdle

Trump toilet paper
Each square displays his visage
Orange becomes burnt ombré

Time for a poem
I assume the position
Push out another

I'm not complaining
Watching you bend over now
Picking up a dime

Please don't get me wrong
I'm not sure what to say here
But I sure can count

I'm not a bad man
I flush after I go poo
Don't spit on the streets

Metamorphosis
When butterflies get boners
Then they fly zig zag

company has left
Out of habit, I get up
Sniff all the chair seats

Whatever you want
But when you say what you want
They call the police

Sea kraits twisty dance
Come to our undersea rave
We will bite your ass

I DID go live there.
Living there as we now "speak".
And it's a shit hole.

But at least I'm free.
American Freedom's dead.
Hope you like your wall.

Abort those babies.
Legalize pot and cocaine.
Hail Lord Satan!

Old perv grabs pussy.
Orange Cheeto-head con artist.
He is Putin's slave.

Leftist poetry...
God I can't stand it at all;
predictably dull.

Well I changed my mind
I went hog wild. Chose the ham.
Farts sound like oinking

Sulphur farts, uh-huh...
That's your mind on a good day.
And when it's filthy ?

I chose egg salad
Something to look forward to
Cutting sulphur farts

I'm at work today
Deciding on lunch choices
Egg salad or ham

He responds with shit.
His brain is like a toilet.
He deserves a flush.

Broom handle up priest?
Never have. I'm Protestant
so couldn't care less.

Ever fucked a priest
Up the ass with a flaming
Broooooooooooomhandle?