Saturday Daily Elijah Knodell reviews Butler Library’s newest “special collection.”

In that moment, you and I became one,

Butler Library,

When you pooped on me.

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I was not expecting this,

Not one bit. 

I never imagined

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That the roles would reverse.

I thought I would only ever poop in you,

Not you on me.

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I never imagined,

When I entered your restroom

That I would be wading

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Into your murky depths:

A marsh of rejected excrement

That you could not handle.

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There I stood

Inches deep, socks soaked

With stool-water,

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Which was gushing from

Your stall.

I do not know whose shit this was,

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But I like to think it was yours,

Butler Library.

May we now be bonded,

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Forever, united through

The mutual reciprocity

Of our poop.

Butler, Poop, and Toilet via Wikimedia Commons