You've gotta go;
Why you can't, you well know:
The waste won't drain,
And you've got bowel pain.
You fight to expel from tail;
Prison'd drippin's fail
To outward swim. . .cement within.
Ordure, banked ordure.

The way to get those hardened turds to spray
Is snake it up there for a fudgement day,
But doff before you start, those new jeans--
The result will be like eating beans:
Squalling, the dump will be crawling down toward sneakers;
It rares to blow, then seep.

Snake it up on fudgement day,
If you cheer the old pumpin' way.
Use the pipe after all else fails--
First a stream, then you're sh*ttin' well.

You will get spattered clothes. . .
High tide outward flows.
Unharness those, just sport your hose. . .
Ordure, banked ordure.

You'll soon unloose all the stools that are banked,
And you'll feel so healed, THAT hose will be thanked.
In the colon, 'twill be ridin' high,
But butt dross will soon go bye-bye.
Squalling, the dump will be crawling down toward sneakers.
It rares to blow, then seep.

Snake it up on fudge-vent day,
If you cheer the hole-pumpin' way.
Use the pipe after all else fails
You will feel the sh*ts blitzkrieg swell.

No more pain, thus, in the anus,
Rippin', it's a drain bust!

Snaked it up, got fudgement spray;
It runs clear when hole's pumped all way.
Used the pipe after all else failed.
Outta here till clears sh*t-well smell.