WHICH I HAVE BECOME

When I was ten
a friend of mine
and of several others
somehow procured
a recording of farts —
loud ones, long ones
short ones, weird ones.
We played it over and over
thinking it was
the funniest thing
that ever was.
We rolled over
on the floor
with laughter.

The polite reference
to this phenomenon
is “passing gas”.
You might only tell your doctor.

I’ve noticed that
it happens more
in the elderly
of which I now number.

I never heard anyone
called “an old passing gas”
but I’ve heard one called
“an old fart”
which I have become.

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