An Open Letter to The Shit That Got Stuck

Dear Stuck Shit,

I know it must be hard getting stuck and all.

After all that you’ve been through – broken down to tiny absorbable atoms and molecules, juiced out of your nutrients, traveled the long, snug, and incredibly disgusting alimentary canal.

I know you’d rather swim in the sewers and get acquainted with your pals E. Coli and the Nematodes. I understand you are gagged in the rectum – suffocated and all.

What you don’t understand, as you try to push your head out only to be pushed back in, is why you are so stuck when there’s too much gastrointestinal discomfort when you are around. Why the hell can’t you get out when everyone’s calling you a waste? Your name is even used to curse, mock, and swear and you were never given the chance to redeem yourself.

Trust me, stuck shit, I know you need to be out. And you know a big but is coming.

Be patient. Anytime soon you will be expelled and flushed down the toilet. It is bound to happen. Trust me, you are not stuck forever.

Yours Truly,

Evy Lee Constipated