Showing off

My excretory system just impersonated a leaky faucet

Slowly but surely, I made my deposit

My butt hole sounded like a lawn mower which fuel level is waning.

And I even performed a courtesy flush to stave off complaining.

Yet, for whatever reason, I sit dissatisfied.

Why should I stifle these noises rather than make them with pride.

What a paradox it is, this bathroom etiquette.

The walls should echo these sounds without any regret.

Does it require a pen and paper to be poetic

Or can my hips simply thrust out this tune without rhetoric

It’s time for this art to grace not just your nose and your ears

Because to your eyes, this poo-masterpiece will surely bring tears.