I suck at poetry

[Ehud]

Constipated, my mind puckers its hemroided orifice dribbling out pebbley insubstantialities. Bloody words fall to the floor piling into an obscene heap. A retched stench fills my nostrils as I consume the excreted words, willing my body to encase them again. To reprocess them to a purer pile of shit.

[foxpaws]

retched --> wretched

The last sentence fragment seems odd at the end of full sentences. I'd suggest, "A wretched stench fills my nostrils as I consumed excreted words, willing my body to reprocess them into a purer pile of shit."

[syntheticsunset]

Line breaks could go a long way toward making this more poetic. For example:

Constipated, my mind puckers
its hemroided orifice, dribbling out
pebbley insubstantialities.
Bloody words fall to the floor,
piling into an obscene heap.
A retched stench fills my nostrils
as I consume the excreted words,
willing my body to encase them
again, to reprocess them
to a purer pile of shit.

By the way, nice use of consonance with all the Bs (dribbling, pebbly, insubstantialities).

Another thought: beware adjectives. There's often a more elegant way to describe your image. For instance:

Bloody words fall to the floor

You could turn "bloody" into a gerund: "Words fall bleeding to the floor."

A wretched stench

A stench is by definition an awful smell. You could probably lose "wretched" entirely without diluting the meaning. This will help concentrate the poem down to the most important words.

[newsclippings]

Constipated, my mind puckers its hemroided orifice dribbling out pebbley insubstantialities. Bloody words fall to the floor piling into an obscene heap. A retched stench fills my nostrils as I consume the excreted words, willing my body to encase them again. To reprocess them to a purer pile of shit.

Self deprecation wins my heart.

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I also think the lack of line breaks bodes well with the title. Leave it. If it sucks it wins.

[billy]

actually it's not to bad, the thing is it's too obviously not to bad, it uses an extended metaphor, it breaks all rules (almost) that a sucky poet probably wouldn't know of though it lacks cliche, repetition and bad rhymes
not bad, a clever write done just a little too right.

welcome to the site

Constipated, my mind puckers its hemroided orifice dribbling out pebbley insubstantialities. Bloody words fall to the floor piling into an obscene heap. A retched stench fills my nostrils as I consume the excreted words, willing my body to encase them again. To reprocess them to a purer pile of shit.

[Brownlie]

Constipated, my mind puckers its hemroided orifice dribbling out pebbley insubstantialities. Bloody words fall to the floor piling into an obscene heap. A retched stench fills my nostrils as I consume the excreted words, willing my body to encase them again. To reprocess them to a purer pile of shit.

This was damn funny but also disgusting. Just my personal reaction.

[Ferwynne]

I personally liked the imagery, thought it could use a bit of tweaking but definitely appreciated the theme.