Diary of Diarrhoea

This world unforgiving, stains shamefully cruel,
The unstoppable force of loose liquid stool.
Hasn’t been due to any malicious intents,
Passport says incontinent on 4 continents.
Sometimes don’t leave the airports,
As liquid poo fills up my shorts.
Half cooked chicken as connoisseur diuretic,
Not making the toilet is not just theoretic.
The inevitable release, my sphincter’s a farce,
I can’t breakdance anymore, I just piss out my arse.

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