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Prolonged offal bout courtesy constipation... redux revisited

Upteenth instance where yours truly
experienced assault upon hindquarters.

 

A worse hellish fate than perdition

and the closest in the throes
of agonizing death scene rendition

stabbing sphincter muscle spasms
wrench yours truly
analogous to contortionist,
who presents convincing torturous scenario
even absent primal screams
readers or eavesdroppers
envisioning his twisting and writhing
as if body frankly zapped
courtesy jolted electric tradition,
(cuz these intestinal blockages
happen time and again)
even after applying anal douche.

At least forty eight hour time span
lapsed whereby big boy wanted to cry

explaining how yours truly

felt he would die
an undertaking malaise

found me experiencing
physical duress vis a vis,

a bowel movement,

wherein waste unable to expel

from the anus of this guy,

which bout with rectal obstruction

found me doubled over

with lower abdominal distress,

whereby comfort found me unable to lie

down nor sit upright

(even with back padded with pillows

against the cellar brick wall),

thus severe bloating a bonus well nigh

and managed on a previous occasion
at the original date of this posting

to muster the means to compliment
barenaked ladies,
who freeze off their duff
and sweat gallons to boot
braving elements of style
to rectify getting poop unstuck

despite burning buns upon blazing saddles
or frigid arctic vortex aire respectively,
yours truly whether
playing roles of doctor and patient
undertaking home remedies

to expedite impossible mission to defecate
within the comfort
of climate controlled domicile,

I braced myself
against abdominal pain
to purchase

the Acme brand Metamucil,

which akin to Drano doth ply

thru the excretory tract

supposedly loosening the stools,

which optimism (product

didst earn claim to fame) generated a sigh

if that expressed intent

to cease LivingSocial would try

humph enjoining this lxvi year old married male

to cede victory to the grim reaper, who would vie

as winner de jure

to this common fellow invoking libretto

ohm resistant understudy waste not want not

allowing, enabling and providing relief,

without successful defecation

despite the oppressive urge to bolster this Uriah

Heep of balled up and tuckered out

five foot and ten inches of lovely bones,

thence mouthing retraction

of former thought to cease existing

though a non-bull lever

in any power broker qua mankind

relief at long last
provided posterior answered prayer

yet, this wordsmith

scrutinizes his recurring

pain in the ass jagged torture

and asks a rhetorical
one word question \"WHY\"?

 

As of early July 9th, 2025

I finally move bowels barely but...

mine whole body felt
analogous to sluggish mollusk
stasis of lower bowel found yours truly

doubled over in gastrointestinal agony

as if elephant or red (livid with rage)

bull thrust his tusk into mine tush

ah...voila... hence subsequently
I tout over the counter rectal relief
while suffering nates issues
blessed magic of laxatives
Amitiza, Dulcolax, and Miralax

relieving lower abdominal and rectal

discomfort agonizing me dawn to dusk.

 

Upon swallowing first or second named laxative

or sprinkling Mix-in powder pack,

within 8+ ounces of water,

not aesthetically pleasing major drawback

foisting human waste heavy as a full coalsack

sometimes burned and scorched black

movement came swift, on par how fast

snaky Mister liquid Plumber doth attack

obstructed potty bowl.

 

Well now... monumental poetic challenge,

I now craftily abbreviate

(think clogged toilet
synonymous with blockage)

waste matter after days did accumulate

ready to apply corkerasp*
regarding rectal blockage to alleviate.

Imagine impossible airy mission to defecate

which debilitating scenario (mine) accursed fate

frequently recurring more often as yours truly ages
i.e. latter day saint Matthew Scott got older
rectal affliction compromised me

ordinary easy going demeanor to boot

disallowing, disenabling, and not permitting

me - effecting, emulating, and exhaling
Tony the tiger\'s catchword grrrrrreat

if queried about my constitution

when alas... absolute zero ecstasy found me

expelling bowel movement with effort

weighing approximately 0.71428571 stone

though relieved, nevertheless

the toilet bowl clogged,
prompting me to correct historical records

on two accounts despite

causing potential ruckus

disaster buffs may incriminate

nsync notion huge bowel movement
(mine) took down (analogous
voyage to bottom of sea) toto Lusitania

and actually additionally

caused separate incident

complex edifice (think Titanic)
both sturdy ships of state

former rendered, lifted, foundered...

latter purportedly crashing

into iceberg mate.

 

*Lemme explain the essence of a corkerasp

the brainchild of our then grade school

eldest (of two) born daughters,
now grown to womanhood

and healthy as an oxymoron.

Whenever constipation a pain in the ass

just maneuver this lightweight
metal contrivance made of brass

no matter if anybody
considers this action crass

apply corkscrew motion up the
alimentary canal to remove waste

which most likely will be
thick like petrified paste

stuck deep inside bowels of the
sphincter muscles and solidly encased

causing severe cramps within
lower gastrointestinal tract

inducing one to wince nonstop
from being with fecal matter packed

and no amount of primal groaning
didst loose this hard fact

nor does imagery of freed turd

ease the anal plight

no laughing matter despite how absurd

squeezing does nothing even
applying all inner might

thus necessary to incorporate
unnatural intervention to unclog

rectal blockage + uncomfortable bloating
swelling anus the size of a hog

disabling barely any ease to stand let alone jog,

yet tis essential per extricating
what feels like one swallowed a log

lest epitaph induce possible eulogy
possibly spoken the language of Prague

every ounce of effort
required to bend

over gingerly affixing
plunger end of device
to business rear end

best accompanied with close
companion or friend

since dirty deed done dirt
cheap trick will ideally rend

rock solid excrement to roll
and release crashing sound sent

upon the bathroom floor

possibly inducing seismic
waves less or more

whereby toilet bowl water will pour

over the sides akin to
white caps near sea shore

without doubt all the while
gluteus maximus extremely sore.