Flushed

Sometimes
Words get flowing
Right now
I've got a hot one brewing
Had to pull off the road three times
To get it all out
My inkpen squirting the lines
Oh dear lordy, Lord
It's literary diarrhea
Call the medic quick
Here comes an onomatopoeia
Plop, sploosh, splash
Damn that was nasty
Gotta wipe my ass
Well enough of that shit
Because you already know it
I'm a dirty little thinker
And a witty little poet

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Standing before a row of sinks
Someone exclaimed
Ye gads, that stinks!
I look to my side
Wouldn't you know it
It's the lyrical madman
My dear Reggiepoet

Sez I,  "Left you a tribute
On the wall of the loo.
It's a funny little stinker
Alas, the best I could doo."