She looks so shit-full, I must say—
sump ain’t her thing in this way.
Butt ain’t been vacated
since when, I cannot say.
She’s very constipated.

Nix on streams from her behind;
she ain’t had one in some time.
She ain’t inundated
the bowl with porc’lain shine.
She’s very constipated.

It’s clumped together up her butt—
her trench just a stenchless rut.
She’s not shitter-fated—
to no head to strut.
She’s very constipated

She knows that she should eat more bran. . .
soften up what’s up her can,
Though she’s educated,
not a roughage fan.
She processed-com’s** fixated.

But then the shit’s pulled downward way;
gravity now rules the day.
Butt is dreck-vacated.
No clothes-doff time. . .dismay!
She’s very inundated.


**comestibles