Fortunate soul i
That life’s most memorable wind passings
Were not in solitude lost…
I farted at the table
As brother Jeff ate ice cream
He tried not to run
“I’m eating shit!” did he scream
I farted in the car
On a boys’ hiking trip
Mexican food repeating
Howls of rage at each rip
Synchronized hands window-rolling furiously
But no cross-current could cut that funk of me
And the crown jewel…
I farted on the john
ten seconds on and on
Brother Dave in his room
disbelieved the eerie boom
Yet more frightening, say i
and on my life, no lie
The shock wave from the blast
sprayed bowl water on my ass
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