Rek woke up in the dead of night. He moved around in his bed and was filled…

Rek woke up in the dead of night.
He moved around in his bed and was filled with fright.

For he wasn’t as dry as he wished.
He felt as wet as a fish.

He stands up with all his might.
And swiftly move down the hall on this dark night.

On his journey to the bathroom to finish what he started.
He couldn’t help to think that he sharted.

As he walks in there
He describes the next moment as a nightmare.

Rek clenches his fist and prepares for what’s coming.
Then his stomach starts rumbling.

He drops to the floor.
He couldn’t make it.
All of that effort for nothing more

Rek’s bowels rumble like a storm.
His pants begin to feel very warm.

His pants fill like a balloon.
So wet, it feels like he’s playing splatoon.

His pants can’t take anymore.
Trying to contain the blast he shuts the door.

The walls once white are now brown.
His shreeks almost wake up the whole town.

The room is filling fast.
Theres so much shit.
Rek doesn’t know how long he’ll last.

Rek swims to the door.
Pulling once, then pulling more.

But the door is stuck and his air is running low.
His last hope is the window.

Rek swims over to the glass.
He pushes, he pulls, but alas it won’t open.

So Rek strikes the window once, twice, BOOM.
The current of shit sweeps his out of the room.

Gasping for air, he’s now on dry land.
Rek looks around at the problem at hand.

Shit is everywhere.
It’s all over the lawn.
Rek accepts that it’ll never be gone.
No shovel will undo what was done.
This’ll be fun.