Shitter Dreary Blues

Once upon a shitter dreary,

as I farted, weak and weary,

After many a quaint and curious,

viscous volume had

outpoor'd-- While I was wiping,

nearly quitting,

suddenly I started shitting,

Unwitting and unremitting--dripping,

it spill'd

on the floor.

"'Tis too much shit to fit,"

I muttered,

staring at the bathroom floor--

"Only this,

and nothing more." (oh

no, nothing more)

Ah distinctly

I recall,

it was in the throes of fall;

And each seperate flying shitstorm wrought brown stains upon the wall.

Eagerly

I wished the morrow;--vainly I had sought to borrow

For my bowels surcease of sorrow--sorrow

for cold nature's call;

I'd gone into the first seen restroom,

which fecal folk fear most of all:

A service station's bathroom stall.

(fecal folk,

oh no...)