He strolls along urbanely,
conducting himself sanely
in a store or restaurant —
farting as he walks.
He does it all discreetly,
he's mastered his craft neatly.
Through the halls of government,
the church or university
in absolute democracy —
farting as he walks.
No one hears and no one knows.
He's learned to do it silently,
standing up for privacy,
a voice of independence
unbridled by Society —
farting as he walks.
Though fettered in so many ways,
he strikes this blow for liberty
and gastroenterology —
that's why he smiles so joyfully.
You'll get that when you see him now —
farting as he walks.
Through the Supermarket aisles
or the stadium's turnstyles —
on deserted hiking trails,
his rhythm section never fails.
This percussionist prevails —
farting as he walks.
Max Reif
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/15aug-the-ballad-of-the-farting-walker/
