You’re probably wondering why I’m writing about this topic.

I was inspired by a past racer, Sam Watson. He wrote poetry about his bowel movements and due to the predicament that I am currently in, I feel lead to share my experience thus far with the porcelain throne. 

I will disclaim that if you have a sensitive stomach, you might wish to read one of my less graphic blogs. 

Malang Poo-etry #1

In the beginning I was cocky,
Nothing was going to make,
My stool run soggy,

It used to be firm and solid,
But now it’s like a melted worm,
Losing all its shape and form.

I thought my digestive tract
Was invincible to Malang,
But now I’m squatting here humbly.

I’m paying the pied pooper,
And it burns like a ring of fire,
The truth about my poop.