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A Taste Of My Thoughts

Old People Farts

By Steve Lake

Copyright 2017




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Published by Steve Lake

Copyright 2017 Steve Lake




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Old People Farts

Copyright 8-1-2017

Steve Lake



Be it a curse of worn things

Destiny of time used

The laughter that you reap today

Shall be the seed you sow tomorrow


Like hands worn from decades of toil

Skin weathered by the suns abuse

Bones becoming brittle with age

Muscles weaken by over use


You will enter the age of old

Body parts weakened by life's blow

You will find to your surprise

Slipping gas to other peoples demise


No longer does your mind and muscle vie

Lack of control when you sigh

An involuntary slip of the cheek

Helpless victims cry and you never say a peep


Now like breathing its part of your day

Helpless victims upon your path that pay

You are armed and dangerous

Fumigating along the way


Society is forced to make a move

To taper your access saving others from the blues

Slipping beano into your stash of pills

To slow your roll and your stomach ills


Because of you a new dinner invention

The early bird special for the old

Disguised as a savings for the penny pinchers

But really for the loose butt clinchers


It is hard for others to eat

When the restaurant smells like butt cheeks

So when the early birds finish their dine

The restaurant purifies the air

And changing out the staff that whines


It happens all the time

Thunderous claps on a clear day

Rotten smell along the way

But society too polite to say

Your old fart is out to play


Old people have pride too

When they blow did they really know?

A weak vibration to barely alert

Their old ass has no perk


Maybe society has overlooked

The one medical solution that should have took

More attention and treatment to the sphincter

Reviving that old ass to a young squeaker


Maybe their clothing should be lined

With a charcoal filter when they dine

Springtime lilies on a timely release

To cover the old farts and keeping the peace


Old people farts

Not as sweet as they are tart

Let's all move forward with a solution

Because they are killing me with their pollution



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