by Sha Najak, poet/artist

7.15.2005

The roar in my belly

The roar in my belly.
Feels like its smelly.

All those yellow substances prancing about.
An equivalent to a trout.

Its heaty down that area.
Signs of a diarrhoea.

Relieve washed me after the release.
Now pass me the air freshener please!

The bowl fused green toxic gases.
The flowers died in the vases.

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