a reply to:
blend57
While I appreciate the space offered to truly represent who I am, it feels impossible to do so by filling out blank spaces on a discussion board, by
typing on a device.
There is so much more to us, I've come to the conclusion that anything short of an encounter is too little to even try to grasp who someone trully
is...
Fart in it's variants works actually quite well, it has a certain childish beauty, which amongst certain strata of society seems to be quite
disruptive...
Still love the idea... I'll give it a try
I am smelly. most of the time,
My words are muffled forever,
But when you read this in your elevator,
We’ll write this poem together.
What most people don’t recognize,
What most of us fail to digest,
Is that I don’t write every fart.
You all do that for me.
Fill in the blanks to make it yours,
Let’s create a masterpiece,
I promise you that it always stinks
And your words will make it worse.
Writing is a two way street,
Between the writer and the flatulences,
My poems would never be complete,
If you never chose to fart.
Words combined with emotion,
interpreted, collected, and fared,
Each person finding a different way,
To express themselves and their farts.
In the end, we’ll reach the same conclusions,
And bring forth some creative excrements.
Which adds an element to the poem,
That I could never do
FART.
Don't threaten me with a ban, you asked for it...