THE FART FACTORY

I’m a one man factory.

A mass producer of farts.

As soon as I’m awake,

My productivity starts.

When my day begins,

The gears start to move.

It’s not always quiet,

But things are running smooth.

I cut the cheese all day,

Break wind, and let ‘em rip.

Some of them rumble so loud,

They register as a seismic blip.

To keep production up,

My meals are 7 course.

And thinking safety first,

My jeans are reinforced.

Sometimes I need to take a break,

And get a breath of fresh air.

But then it’s back to work,

‘cause I’ve got farts to spare.

I work hard every day.

The hours quickly pass.

Even when I feel like crap,

The job is still a gas.

Michael D. Schafer

© November 22, 2016