Constipated
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I have not yet mastered
the warm art of forcing shit.
By way of apology,
I plagiarize half-hour dumps
of other's great ideas
which splashed and cooled the fire in my ass.
Occasionally, I shit my way
pseudointellectual around serious arguements
and wipe my slate clean.
I watch my ass.
When the time comes,
inspiration and perspiration
move me,
and my bowels make messy papers.
I bluff positive excretion
and continue with flush anyway.

I often feel the need to force;
especially if it is to come out corny.

Too much pushing,
my hats don't fit anymore -
I burst a vein.