Masters Of Ordure - Impaled

Head to the latrine because you are moved

By a stool wishing to be removed

The colon blows as fissures tear

An exit that’s worse for the wear

Into the pipes the fecalith rushes

To join its comrades from 2,000 flushes

Mass of detritus culled from your bung

Aggregating heaps of the dung

Abdominal pain

Sphincter is strained

Sickening mass

Former repast

The sewage du jour

Masters of ordure

Cost-cutting measures are our pleasure

Problems addressed as profit’s depressed

What’s the solution for the pollution?

Human health stymies inhuman wealth

With feculent flow reservoirs grow

Halt sanitation, clean water privation

For the poor population

Shit, filth, waste, bung

Crap, dregs, drek, dung

Filters removed from rivers of turd

Civic responsibility?

Absurd!

Snaking its way through antique plumbing

Unaware of the shit storm coming

From your faucet, an aperitif

Reeking of chyme and bowel relief

Slake your thirst with dysentery

The taste is something exemplary

Returned to you

An E. Coli brew

Fill up your glass

It’s fresh from your ass

Craprovocateur

Masters of ordure