Pooetry
This is a poem that’s pretty shitty.
Hope you can handle the nitty gritty.
I am a turd. No, I did not misspell
a word. Waste that lives in civil sewers.
Considered poison to all the manures.
I was produced inorganically.
Then I erupted volcanically.
A hot and sweaty mess. The doctor tried
his best. A bloody birth, he clenched the seat.
It even smelt worse, than your crust-filled feet.
My processed parents, too salty and sweet.
A foul combination will spoil the meat.
So, if you eat like they do, promise me.
Don’t squeeze too hard, a hemorrhoid might peak.
Swollen and inflamed, your doc’s tears will leak.