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Something's not quite right

My feces black as night

For weeks I yet hide

A rambling deep inside

Time went by

Haven't found a care

I cannot stand

More pain to endure

My friends have turned away

I'm sick - they say

A sick situation

Only left are flatulations

Day in - day out

My butt spouts out

Mass of rotten stench

All my clothes drenched

Howling at my backdoor

The wind seems to refresh

Howling at my backdoor

i can't hinder all the mash

I shovel my fingers up my ass

To reduce the pressure

Fuck - no - what a mess

A pile of brown treasures

Floods of excrements

Rain all over me

An awesome experience

Piles of brown is all i see

Howling at my backdoor

The winds seem to refresh

Howling at my backdoor

I can't hinder all the mash

Floods of excrements

Rain all over me

An awesome experience

Brown is all i see