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