a poem at 10pm

i sit..
i lay down..
i stand up..
something is not right.
shrieks become growls.
growls become trumpets.
air becomes toxic.
there's no more peace around
will it stop?
will the sound and smell go away?

ooh..
i can't stand it!
i'm hungry.
let's go before i fart again..



p/s: do u get it?