Turning bums into double-barreled shotguns.
Farting out your hole like a big bass drum.
Leaving all the air with a familiar hum.
Forcing dung out just like a Polaris.
If not a solid ‘missile’ then probably in bits.
So many brown-bombs it’ll feel like the ‘Blitz’.
Now due to the poo, ‘Fritz’ is quitting hitting Britain,
Sitting at home he simply can’t stop his shitting.
Turns your colon into a Shit-Brown Tardis.
The tiny bott-hole-exit hides a bigger illusion.
As inside, your colon now holds a 500ft extrusion.
It’s very name suggests you’ll get the regular squits
Whatever happened to a spoonful of ‘Syrup of Figs’?
El Casi Immunitas;
‘evacuatum’ your ‘stinkumass’
New rectum freedom:
no ‘troublesillius tagnutium’
‘Stoolitum liquidium’; not quite like ‘Liquid Snake’.
Videogame poo floating in a probiotic lake.
Metal Gear ‘Solid’ is now Metal Gear ‘Fluid’
Praying to the pan like ancient stealth Druid.
A ‘Probiotic Culture’.
Attacking like a vulture.
Pecking at your bottom-eye.
Forcing out your Cottage Pie.
What a load of pseudo-scientific ‘boswelox’