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Aug 2012
what happens to an effluvium held in?
does it seep through minuscule pores in the skin?
or does it skulk out like the phrase, "silent but deadly"?
does it stink like choking sulfur mined?
or does just hang close to one’s behind?
perhaps it leaves a telltale mark
and even causes your dog to bark
does it tell the smeller’s olfactory
something revealing about thee?
or are effluvia all about the same
whether ‘tis prince or pauper to blame?
alas, all we hominids produce several pounds
of the aromatic elixir each day
making it fairly safe to say
that holding it in would be a ****** crime
and cutting a big one hardly makes one less sublime
Wrote this  almost a year ago. Was trying to come up with something really profound but this is all that "came out". The title and structure of the poem are inspired not only by my bizarre sense of humor but also Langston Hughes' classic poem, Harlem. If you haven't read Harlem, I highly encourage you to do so. My poem is not intended to disparage his work or memory in any way.
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   ---, --- and Christine Ueri
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