After we both did the shoulder press,
Something happened that you can only guess.
My friend let it rip and unleashed the poisonous gas,
Not from a container but from his ass.
What an awful smell!
Something like the depths of hell.
As it was silent yet deadly, at first I thought it was brimstone,
Then, however, he stifled a moan.
When asked about the smell,
All my buddy could tell,
Was that it smelt like doggy doo,
And where it was from he had no clue.
But keep in mind that he is only a human like me and you,
What he did we all do.
Better out than in I like to say,
But silent ones do indeed slay.
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Sid Aaron Hirji
Canadian born man who finds literature and science equally fascinating. Trauma bleeds through generations, words heal the hidden scars.
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