Fecal Forgery

Poetry in motion
 A quiescent movement in my bowels
 An unrelenting thirst for this fecal forgery
 Inundated with revolting matter
 This succulent banquest of drud and gore
 The playful joy of fecal batter
 As I am engulfed in excremental charm
 I did nothing, I smell nothing
 Terrorized 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 purfum 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
 Peotry in motion
 A quiescent movement in my bowels
 An unrelenting thirst for this fecal forgery
 This fecal forgery
 Befouling my decency