Tempest

„Aus einem traurigen Arsch fährt nie ein fröhlicher Furz.“ -Martin Luther

little Donny
liked to bluster
his teapot was
a tempest trap

slurs and insults
piled in clusters
his every fart
a thunderclap

skin as thin as
parchment paper
he’d quack and rave
break never bend

every crisis
so much vapor
like flatulence
lost on the wind


(Poetry Scales 129)