""Poetry in motion A quiescent movement in my bowels An unrelenting thirst for this fecal forgery Inundated with revolting matter This succulent banquest of drud and gore The playful joy of fecal batter As I am engulfed in excremental charm I did nothing I smell nothing Terrorized by this fumy hors d'oeuvre This fecal forgery Befouling my decency In festering excretions I rest This succulent banquet of nectarous chyme I suffocate and gasp The purfum of the dead in my ass lies to rest Oh holy puzzle of manure I piece together with grand rigor All that rotting fumes beget A colonic arrest Peotry in motion A quiescent movement in my bowels An unrelenting thirst for this fecal forgery This fecal forgery Befouling my decency""