It wasn’t even shaved
To begin with. People could
Trigger nasty things comfortably.
As if the clandestine sweetness
Of an onion, making meals pleasant
To the nose. Her pits oozed with
A precise sharpness like rotten onions.
Lass in the bus would appreciate
A hazy or husky fart to this
Odd reception of hell.
As irrational humans can become,
A certain child adapted swiftly
To this polluted air, snoring away
Like a caterpillar by CAT.
Its belly gradually rose up
To the moment, and right by
The Karu bridge, a fart was born.