/lit/ - Literature

This poet's name is geriatric coprophilia

After the diamond wedding
Our wrinkly bodies naked in the leather couch.
Glancing your stodgy pilars spreading,
I marvel at what droved our tastes be so louche.
Steaming manure touching my lips
I fetch my wallet and leave 10% tips
In your taint.
I breath so I don't faint
But I can't cause my throat is full of shit
Maybe I have to submit and eat it.
Your shit.

I swallow the excrement
Feeling excellent
Rumble in my tommy
makes me feel funny