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.
Oh no! But so poetic! Hope this passes soon,praying for you!