| Sick hunger, I desire human waste
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| Urine and feces meet my taste
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| Excrement, the smell makes one choke
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| When put upon my plate my fork shall poke
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| What fills the bladder and intestines push out
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| I worry not of hunger and drought
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| Bowels move and excrete my buffet
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| Induced cathartic is fast food today
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| Undinism, swallowing urine turns me on
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| Attraction to feces — the coprophagion
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| The alimentary canals end awaits my dish
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| Human manure I slurp, suck and relish
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| Eating waste has problems I didn’t know
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| Voracious tapeworms within my guano
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| Stools for sampling, melenas black and brown
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| An enema chilled washes them down
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| Fatty, mucous, and lead pencil shit
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| Are which I am a connoisseur fool
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| A hemorrhage in the stomach and duodenum
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| Adds a repulsive flavour to a black tarry stool
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| I symbolize fully coprophagia impure
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| Diagnosed mental illness, excrement cravings occur
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| Essential foods needed, already digested
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| Diet deficiency from feces ingested
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| Consuming sewage, how I enjoy to be
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| The Coprophagion is what you call me |