Editor's note: I was perusing the Book of the Shameless when I found this year-old stroke of genius from AC, reprinted here for your enlightenment.
How, in all profundity,
May we discuss fecal fecundity,
And avoid rhetorical redundity
And never consider this, to wit:
One who’s fearful to take a shit?
Pity the fool, the hapless twit,
Who in shame and pain
Will not poop to gain,
Blessed relief that’s oh so plain,
To those of us with warped wit,
Who delight to take a public shit,
Caring not on what can we sit.
Perversity it is to refuse to go,
When the brown turtle’s head is dropping low,
And labored step is hard and slow.
And why will you not squat and drop,
Listening for the rewarding plop,
When shit’s downward course doth stop?
Now I say drop that dirt,
We assure you, it will not hurt,
Nor with death will you flirt.
But in rapturous tones of joyful song,
Your bung will its rejoicing prolong,
Such relief cannot be wrong.
So those of you with nervous twitters,
Come join the ranks of Shameless Shitters!