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