Halp To poop or not to poop, that is the question.

To poop, or not to poop, that is the question:
Whether 'tis nobler in the ass to suffer
The pains and spams of constricted rectum,
Or to dump load against a sea of toilet water
And by dumping flush them. To flush—to crap,
No more; and by a crap to say we poop
The butt-ache and the thousand natural shocks
That poop is heir to: 'tis a evacuation
Devoutly to be wish'd. To flush, to crap;
To crap, perchance to pee—ay, there's the rub:
For in that crap of death what pee may come,
When we have shuffled off these last clingers,
Must give us pause—there's the smell
That makes calamity of our nostrils