farting president go:
'ffffffffffffffffffffffffffff'
ffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffff
then steal a glance from
corner of eyes to see who's
cheeky enough to hold their breath
but noting smiles of understanding
despatched to save their faces
farting presidents go:
'goooof'
'gooooooooof'
then break their conference
with press, a pause
to see which journal reps
wear mischief looks
threatening to leak the news
of leaks in presidential butts
again seeing no nerves
of dissent voices in sight
farting presidents go:
ffffffffffffffffff
gooooooooooooooooof
poop, poooop, poooooooooooo
easing pressure between
the claps of cheeks
first in small puffs
of air endangering
then in gusts that rock
the boat of state
and noting that none
is yet uncalmed,
farting presidents go:
ffffffff, gooooof, poooooop, crap,
craaaaap
slapping big fat craps across
the face of the nation!
nothing sudden,
and i can swear nothing,
unexpected, for indeed,
farting presidents test the waters
before they shit on the head of all
silence sends signals of consent
spare the rod and spoil the president
-Published without consent of the poet, found in Chimurenga magazine
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