Pooping on the Classics

Log after log ooze out my butt hole.

Feeling like a Tolkien inspired troll.

Hauling tons of lumber to the gates of Mt. Doom.

“Could you cut cable like this?” I ask as I let out a boom.

No, fabled troll, I’m sad to say.

All the lumber that you’ve hauled away.

Will never come close to taking the toll.

As the brown matter plastered across this toilet paper scroll.