Oh Shit | Poems that Suck

I forgot I called the
plumber because the 
sinks weren't draining
properly in my house. 

After a strong cup of
coffee, and about twenty
menthol cigarettes, I felt
the tell-tale rattling in

my guts that I have to
take a monstrous shit.
So I ambled to the bathroom, 
produced a bowl-buster, 

marveled at its length
like a proud parent, and
then - without a thought -
flushed my shit baby away. 

About ten seconds later I
heard a horrified scream
from the basement, and 
immediately remembered....

                      Oh shit. The plumber.

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