Poetry in motion
 quiescent movement in my bowels
 An unrelenting thirst for this fecal forgery

 Inundated with revolting matter
 This succulent banquest of [bad word] 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 [bad word] lies to rest
 Oh holy puzzle of manure
 I piece together with grand rigor
 All that rotting fumes beget
 colonic arrest

 Peotry in motion
 quiescent movement in my bowels
 An unrelenting thirst for this fecal forgery
 This fecal forgery
 Befouling my decency