the question remains
do i get paid more
for leaving behind skid
marks as i pinch and squeeze
and struggle my way home
knowing i left my house
in far too loose a condition
to be running around with
these lubed up bowels
and making it home
on time?
*sort of?
the sieve and the sand 
I’m glad that others are still posted disgusting poems; without ned i’ve felt a little bit alone in the poo poem department.
i miss the nedster
me too. sometime you’ll have to tell me what happened to him.
he just wrote me and told me he would quitely fade into the nether in December… havent heard from him since… i say we give him a few more months and then force him back…
agreed