The Chocolate Starfish

Roses are red, my asshole is brown, shit leaks out, my expression a frown. Everyday a struggle, in Harry Potter I am a muggle, my asshole yearns for a day of rest or a day without a pest. Woe me for my shits are nuclear and unlike my anus this is clear. I shart in my sleep and and I weep in the sheets, my sphincter has a mind of its own. A medical diagnosis unclear, dysentery I fear, I am not ill so no need for a pill. My chocolate starfish suffers, my life constantly buffers. I can't not shit, and I can't stop this shit. My life is a mess, a disaster, a shit show, but there is one thing I know. Without out the constant anal leaking and seeping, my chocolate starfish, would only be a starfish.