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Thursday, May 5, 2011

A Poem About Shit

Sometimes it's brown, sometimes it's blue
Some like to call it number two
Sometimes it smells, sometimes it don't
When you are constipated it won't
Sometimes it's hard, sometimes it's soft
Sometimes it runs, but it doesn't walk
Some think it's funny, some do not
When I eat spicy food it feels hot
Some do it at home, some might do it at work
But there are three things that I know for sure
Everyone dies, and everyone dumps
Osama Bin Laden just did both at once