Serious Describe this, I need to write a poem.

Before the aftermath:
8:30 PM, the table is set,
8:45 PM the food is set,
Before we eat, we pray in depth,
O lord please grant us with health,
Spicy curry, mother's desire,
O lord, the unbearable fire,
We eat our meal, thank God for that,
Oh no, I just shat.


here comes the details

The Aftermath -
Jesus Lord, why have you forsaken me,
Thou has fucked me, in thy anatomy,
Thy butt is pepperish with anguish,
Sorry in advance, for thy language,
The shite I muster my strength to excrete,
Results in my clenching of thy teeth,
Thy pain is like a thousand swords of flames,
Shooting towards my anal chords in shame,
As I push towards the final drop,
I sit quietly and await the plop,

After the aftermath -

The worst is over, my ordeal is complete,
The sweat is overwhelming, like thy excrete,
The fleet of air fresheners masks the pollution,
I sneeze abhorrently in confusion,
I sit patiently as I flush,
The tranquility of the gush.