217 work

The fifth of July,
But I've got more explosions.
Emphasis on "but."

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216 kids’ bathroom

To honor this day,
My butt made explosions that
Yielded oohs and ahhs.

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215 downstairs

The blood is red on
What was white toilet paper,
Which makes me feel blue.

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214 downstairs

Like Valentine's Day,
This is number 2-14.
Oh, and it's mushy.

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213 downstairs

Eager, ripe asses
Prepare to give their fruits to
The waters below.

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212 downstairs

Halfway through the year
And over 200 shits.
This does not compute.

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211 downstairs

Back shitting at home.
It's comforting, but it's not
Comfortable. At all.

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