We can’t keep it at bay no more,
But can we fill Depends?
Things into these garments will pour,
But can we fill Depends?

Think of them as an urn
For free-flowing feces and ur’ne.
Waist expands one by one,
Though we ain’t dropping a ton.

Dreck emits; these undies will quake,
But can we fill Depends?
Fartbreak, we think, but a mistake,
Butt-can we fill Depends?

It is way rank, the air
And no nose this aroma spares.
So waste grime freely spurts.
Is that Velcro well-tethered?

Can we fill up these vestments bum-rimed;
The air’s ripe, as spill will spawn and spawn and spawn.

They’re abloat from the stream;
These undies with a ream do teem,
Spent feces clinging on.