Who Keeps Passing Gas?

My soul cries out, To the void, As you let loose, A mighty wind. I pretended not to hear the first six, But we are all trapped in here together. Dairy and legumes are not for you, My smelly little friend.

April 18th, 2008 | All Poems, Bodily Function Poems

1 comment

So true. So true.

Comment by tjohns — April 23, 2008 @ 2:12 pm