Public Bowel Movement

This happened to me the other day in a movie theater.

The cacophony of resonance

evacuating my visceral core

was such a dread symphony

of repugnance and refuse

that only the vacuity of the lavatory

could play witness 

to the extremity of miasma

that came from the withdrawal

of material from the recesses

of my digestive network.

Behold, for I felt neither

shame nor humiliation,

but only pity for the 

unfortunate soul

brave enough or obligated

to immaculate the used, 

wretched porcelain throne 

of unfit and 

unhealthy souls 

sat upon by my

agitated bowels.

After that day of infamy,

never again shall I 

fear the act of defecation

in a public nickelodeon

if only for the sole reason

that I know now that my

future orchestral hollerings

of pain will be minuscule 

in comparison to that day's

horrendous episode.

Author's Note

It's supposed to be funny.

Reviews

[Pi Cee]

Very nice. =)