Today's writing prompt was to produce acrostic prose of something you come across in your everyday life. I was packing for a bush camp, filling my porta potty for the first time, and thought, why not.
Pooping in public
Or private, which would you ratherRoyalty, you are not
Though this does not mean
All you’re left with is the public scene
Private pooping is all for you.
Others will stare at you
The envy in their eyes as you sit upon
The throne of repute hidden within your en-suit (sic)
Inside you’ll delight all out of sight
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