Ye Olde Farte
It was like opening a bag of potato chips
clenched between buttcheeks
with a pungent bubble slowly rolling
out from the top of my crack-
a blinding fog of stink.
24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
Ye Olde Farte
It was like opening a bag of potato chips
clenched between buttcheeks
with a pungent bubble slowly rolling
out from the top of my crack-
a blinding fog of stink.