In an elevator,
In a crowded room,
Or while standing next to a groom,
Must be what I ate, all them shrooms…J
To fart is not poetic,
To pick the nose then of it flick,
What the hell does the nose got to do with a toot,
If they do it again, kick em’ in the ass with a size 13 wide boot…J
What the hell am I herein writing,
Poetry that is at the most biting,
And at the least, at least to me, slighting,
My right brain with my left seems always to be fighting…J