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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 | No comments

Embalming.

That’s disgusting! Who wants that? I’d rather be burned, Before those chemicals, Get pushed through my veins. I don’t even want to know Why there is a drain in the floor. Bleached in the dessert with a trusty steed, Is really the ideal.

April 18th, 2008 | All Poems, Bodily Function Poems, Woe Poems | No comments

Hangover.

Not as glamorous as an overdose. Not as smart as not participating. I’m sorry that I was late this morning. And then vomited in your bush.

April 17th, 2008 | All Poems, Bodily Function Poems | No comments

Over-Ate.

Ah! My stomach hates me. I hate you, it screams. I can\'t hear you tummy. Whats that? Mmm, pass the pie.

April 17th, 2008 | All Poems, Bodily Function Poems | No comments

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