an ode to poo

Oh baby poo...

You strike at any given time.

You are no respecter of gender, or role, or status. You're no respecter of clothing. No respecter of mood or mental state. And certainly no respecter of time or schedule.

Poo, you come when you want, the way you want, as much as you want, and as often as you want.

You come as brown. You come as black. You come as yellow. You come as green. You have no favorites when it comes to color or consistency.

Sometimes you are small. Sometimes you are big.

You are anticipated, expected, observed, and interpreted.

Sometimes you are exploding. Sometimes you are running.

You can be liquidy, chunky, smelly, or mild.

You're usually warm. 

You're definitely gross.

Often you are funny... And always you are... COMING.

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