fart fart fart

all day long most days  
I fart fart fart  
take off my shoes  
things smell worse  
not a good start  
to the end of a date  
no one wants to hear  
my mouth's true ark  
I'm a disaster  
on roller skates  
we piggy down some food  
fart fart some more  
most hoarders don't approve  
of an unexpected bore  
 
even in my sleep  
I fart fart fart with a
grumble grumble grumble  
morning breath fumbles  
                             my spongy heart  
how is this in self poems  
I am not mere flatulence  
it's not who I am  
only common sense spent  
 
Poem by: M.E.L.