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Apr 1, 2018

The Fart Poem (New Poem)












Well, they say write what you know 
about and I know a lot about gas.
As a matter of fact.
Shhh....don't tell anybody but I have gas right now.
BBRREURPT!
Excuse me.
Man, this poem stinks.

The Death Poem (New Poem)











So it seems we have made it well past the age of 27.
Even into our mid-thirties and forties.  
If we've made it this far then who 
or what can stop us now?

Nobody can.

Nothing can.

Well, maybe Death.

Yeah, Death can probably stop us but so what.
Death is just Death right?
Nothing more....nothing less.
Just Death.