our minds have evolved to make us

like the smell of our own

farts, underarm and crotch, for we are

condemned to spend

our lives with them

~

but somewhere down the line

it disowned our

shitty thought

as if they aren’t us

~

i wonder why, until

i realize that we have a mouth

to shit these thoughts.

but we don’t share our thoughts

as often as we share our farts

~

and you know what they say

about holding it in

for too long?

get’s nasty afterwards

~

get’s nasty afterwards

~~~