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Passing of Wind (Free verse) by Goad
(dedicated to electroman1979) What do you feel when someone dies? Does your stomach squirm, your gorge rise? Do you wipe sweating palms on tense thighs? As the rumbling noxious gases rise? From the lost moments, the little lies That you'll never now metabolize Or should we feel nothing when we sever ties? 'Tis true it's good to weep and fart When those most dear from us depart They take from us so great a part A treasure like the dearest art Moments painted in our heart. While to dust and gases they compart. But e'en the best of friends must part. But we dare not mourn too long in gloom Or too long haunt a dead one's room Be quick with mop, quick with broom Quick your life to re-assume Lest from their graves a foul smell bloom For as they're eaten by worm and 'shroom They fart like pigs within the tomb.

Up the ladder: Alone together apart
Down the ladder: The Rise of Dr Herbert Cyan

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Arithmetic Mean: 5.3333335
Weighted score: 5.0397344
Overall Rank: 7079
Posted: January 12, 2004 1:19 PM PST; Last modified: January 12, 2004 1:19 PM PST
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Comments:
[7] Shardik @ 24.126.116.54 | 12-Jan-04/4:38 PM | Reply
Homosexuallity is a sin, and you will go to Hell.
[n/a] Goad @ 80.132.184.22 > Shardik | 12-Jan-04/4:48 PM | Reply
omigod, I swear to god I was completely oblivious to the homosexual overtones of this pome. That's so cool. It's so blatant, now that you mention it. It makes it an even better, uh, tribute to electroman1979.
[n/a] singinkygal @ 216.24.109.105 > Shardik | 14-Jan-04/1:06 PM | Reply
Maybe but so is judging people.
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