I am sufring anal fissure and piles.

These are the lyrics to a gore death metal song. Could this medical condition actually occur?

Wart-encrusted sebaceous growths
Pustulating, bleeding piles are what I boast
Scabby and blistered pectoral skin flakes away
As my crushed bowels evacuate much to my dismay…

Faecal tripe – take the bite
Urinary swill – take your fill

Squeeze out the pus, perforate the rash
Munch the mouldy scabs, lick the septic gash…
Eroded crispy bowels, corrosive putrid breath
Collapsing, slushy lungs, my diaphragm pickled in meths…

Renal ulcerations, faecal gurgitations
Costive crepitations, complete anal disgorgement…
Disinterring organs, pus, urine and sewage
Thrust into your naval, to soak up ascitic fluids…

An abrasive concoction is formed in my throat
Methylated bile, jaundiced kidneys bloat
Tumorous stomach, coughing up gall
The thorax infected with furuncles and boils…

The sight of by abdomen, shrivelling and gurgling
The reek of my bloody pleura, stagnating and curdling
Cynical and sarcastic, my fetid sense of tumour
Clinical and gastric, I imbibe my own vitreous humour…

Soiled prostatic prolapse
Ruptured hernia rips your groun
Your mouth forced wide open
As you’re made to chew on your haemorrhoids…
Gnawing my appendix, enteric organs glistening
Acholial fluids, coagulating and thickening

Weakened, cirrhosised liver, pumping out sludge
Of pediculosal faeces, sanguineous bile and crud…

Avulsion of salted tonsils
Gavaged with a spoon
Your scrotal sac torn open
And stuffed with ano-genital grume…

My apartment complex told me about a month ago that they had received complaints about me and my boyfriend not picking up after our dog. I laughed and said this was impossible, but had a talk with the management to discuss it anyway. I explained that I could only think of two reasons why anyone would make such a complaint: 1. because there are large piles of waste in the yard right outside of our porch (which is fully enclosed) or 2. because often times we take Pugsy back into the apartment and then one of us goes immediately back out to pick up her waste. (We do this because she has allergies and being outside makes her itch, so sometimes walking her all the way across the complex to the trash can to throw the waste away makes her itch really bad.) The management thought it was probably due to the waste outside of our porch, and agreed that it was much too large to have come from a 20 pound pug. I continued to assure them that neither I nor my boyfriend would ever leave her waste out, especially because I was a vet tech for 2 years and saw way too many animals sick from feces to ever contribute to the problem. My boyfriend is the most conscientious person I know and is anal about picking up her waste even more so than I am. We never heard anything more until today, when I came home to find a fine for hanging on our door. It said that there were "numerous complaints" against us for not picking up our animal’s waste and thus we were being fined.

Naturally, I am livid. I understand that they are trying to follow policy, but how can they fine me if it is literally impossible for there to be any proof that I am not picking up her waste? The only thing I can think is that someone either: 1)sees her poop and then us take her inside (but if they looked outside for literally 30 seconds longer they would see us back there picking it up) or 2)hates us and wants to get us in trouble. I’m so upset because this just seems so unjust!! I can’t talk to the apartment management in person until Saturday because they have short hours and I have class all day tomorrow and Friday. Has anyone else dealt with anything like this? What should I do??

Post the lyrics.
I like this one (By Carcass):

Wart-encrusted sebaceous growths
Pustulating, bleeding piles are what I boast
Scabby and blistered pectoral skin flakes away
As my crushed bowels evacuate much to my dismay…

Faecal tripe – take the bite
Urinary swill – take your fill

Squeeze out the pus, perforate the rash
Munch the mouldy scabs, lick the septic gash…
Eroded crispy bowels, corrosive putrid breath
Collapsing, slushy lungs, my diaphragm pickled in meths…

Renal ulcerations, faecal gurgitations
Costive crepitations, complete anal disgorgement…
Disinterring organs, pus, urine and sewage
Thrust into your naval, to soak up ascitic fluids…

An abrasive concoction is formed in my throat
Methylated bile, jaundiced kidneys bloat
Tumorous stomach, coughing up gall
The thorax infected with furuncles and boils…

The sight of by abdomen, shrivelling and gurgling
The reek of my bloody pleura, stagnating and curdling
Cynical and sarcastic, my fetid sense of tumour
Clinical and gastric, I imbibe my own vitreous humour…

Soiled prostatic prolapse
Ruptured hernia rips your groun
Your mouth forced wide open
As you’re made to chew on your haemorrhoids…
Gnawing my appendix, enteric organs glistening
Acholial fluids, coagulating and thickening

Weakened, cirrhosised liver, pumping out sludge
Of pediculosal faeces, sanguineous bile and crud…

Avulsion of salted tonsils
Gavaged with a spoon
Your scrotal sac torn open
And stuffed with ano-genital grume…

Carcass pwns!!! \m/

Dear friends, I am getting scared when i surf net when i read about Hemorrhoids and piles because for the past 3 years (i know its too much of time) i am feeling a pulling pain in my anal after bowel movement which is rare and mostly during night between 3-5 am. For the past 3 years only once i saw blood with the stool. I am feeling shy to show to the doctor which i know is not wise (planning to meet doctor soon). How to find out myself whether it is a internal or external hemorrhoid and is it curable and what should i do to avoid any operation. Please don’t send 2 line answer i need in detail. Thank you for your concern.
I am 32 and unmarried.