You are the fart
In the elevator
In the cinema
In the sauna
You are flatulence personified
And yet you go flat
Like bubble-less champagne
Warm like piss
Left in the death of afternoon
You are the politician
In the pay of the billionaire
Bought
Ready to sell the people
For scrap
You are the fart
That has solidified
Into shit
The presidential piece of shit
On the bathroom floor








This reminds me of someone. Hmmmm, now who could it be? Might it be that orange buffoon with an ego the size of Jupiter and tiny, pussy-grabbing paws? Nice work, my friend.
Thanks for reading. Its a very corrupt time to be alive.
Regards James