311 downstairs

This one really stinks.
Lemon pepper chicken wings?
If so, they've changed, man.


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310 downstairs

My poor, poor anus.
It already hurts and I
Fear there's more to dump.


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309 downstairs

I ate Cuban food
And yet my shit doesn't smell
Like a garlic clove.

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308 work

Went to the 4th floor
And my feces spewed forth like
The Fourth of July.

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307 work

Post Rosh Hashanah,
And so far shitting this year
Is just like the last.

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306 downstairs

Lots of small pieces.
They look like bacteria
Magnified. Science!

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305 work

''Twas small but potent.
Who knew something so little
Could smell so massive?

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304 home

Shot right out of me.
And shit right out of me too.
I just shat. Shut up.

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303 home

Just some liquid squirts,
But something came from my ass,
So I'm writing this.

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302 home

Third time's the charm? No.
Third time does harm. My poor ass
Would cry if it could.

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301 downstairs

Mildly nasty,
But I've seen worse. And smelled worse.
And heard and felt worse.

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300 downstairs

I hit 300!
Now I should bare my chest and
Yell, "This is Farta!"


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299 downstairs

I'm falling asleep
But wanted to get this out
(And in the toilet).

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298 downstairs

Saw Weird Al last night,
But I don't think that explains
This weird smelling shit.


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297 work

Getting paid to shit.
I guess I am at home too,
Come to think of it.

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296 home

That was a gross one.
I was almost afraid to
Start cleaning it up.

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295 downstairs

That was a long log.
I would say "a long ass log"
But that's redundant.

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294 home

Love those liquid squirts.
(Did the sarcasm come through?
It's hard in haiku.)

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293 downstairs

That was so much shit
That I should be writing a
Renga. (Look it up.)

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292 work

This shit has to be
One of at least two today.
I know my body.

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291 downstairs

If halibut hurts,
I'm really glad I didn't
Order the swordfish.

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290 home

My butt was sweaty.
Was it from exertion or
Anticipation?


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289 downstairs

3 shits yesterday
And starting early today.
Could my butt be back?

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288 home

My back's not right yet,
But at least shitting don't hurt.
Sorry, "doesn't hurt."

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287 downstairs

This doesn't make sense:
When I dump, you dump, we dump.
But it's fun to say.

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286 work

This reminds me of
Stop and go traffic. The pace,
The fumes, and the honks.

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285 downstairs

Open Face Chinese
While shitting means there are two
Things that are open.

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284 downstairs

It's been a long time.
Almost feel like I need to
Introduce myself.

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283 home

Rushed off a work call
Because this shit was ready.
Listen to your shit.

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