Working in construction I often am afforded the opportunity to shit in a port a john. I know lucky me. Many times I find myself enjoying some art work and poetry by some of central MS finest artist. Just thought I would share a few poems with yall.
-Here I sit all tired and dirty trying to shit until 4:30
-Roll em long and burn em slow, and wear the shades so the boss don’t know.
-Here I sit all broken hearted came to shit but only farted.
-Per OSHA standard all terds over six inches must be hand lowered to prevent chemical splash.
-Larry really likes gerbils.
Thats just a few I can remember. I may add some more if anyone ever gives any feedback.
* * Starkle, starkle, little twink *
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* Who the hell are you I think * *
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* * I’m not under what you call *
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* The alcofluence of incohol. * *
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* * I’m just a little slort of sheep, *
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* I’m not drunk like thinkle peep. * *
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* * I don’t know who is me yet, *
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* But the drunker I stand here the longer I get. * *
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* * So just give me one more fink to drill my cup, *
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* ‘Cause I got all day sober to Sunday up.
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