If I were, from the depths of my own humanity, 

if I were to need to break wind, 

do you trust me that I will try to do so as discreetly as possible?

Will you remember, if somehow you catch a whiff, that I did not and could not know in advance the type nor concentrations of the aromas I just then released?

Will you turn up your nose and need to exclaim your disgust and surprise?

To me?

To anyone?

Can we not fart in peace?

And, heaven forbid, if my biology had announced with its lower trump-a-tier, the coming arrival of aforementioned fragrances,

Would you laugh…?                                                      Wink?

                                                   Smile…?

            Scowl…?                                                                 Scorn…?

Turn away in embarrassment for the humanity of it all?

An enquiring spirit wants to ask you to take a closer look

Before you jump to your stock in trade answer

Which we formed somewhere in a junior high school classroom or locker room

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