A poem for my farts… Sunrises over my face Then darkest of clouds overtaking my life And apocalyptic miasma from the rear Spreading, never ending A warm silent embrace from my the bottom of my bowels Soon to be a nightmare Violating my senses Giving me an image of what’s inside Brewing…, rotting… A hell where ethnic concoctions linger And legumes dance in madness Living in infamy in the annals of time
Write it down. Let it go. No account, no name.
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