Marking the five hour anniversary of my fart sacking this morning, I have decided to write a short sonnet entitled:

Ode To The Fart Sack

Oh come to me place of refuge. Oh come to me place of solitude.  Your comfort escapes me.  Your perfume is nothing more than a distant memory.  Come back to me love.  I whisper your name and you do not answer.  I call and you do not hear.  Are we nothing but strangers missing each other in the early morning light?   I long for a day where we meet again with no pretenses.  I long for the day where there is no shame.   I will bare the shame for you my love. Their chatter means nothing to me.  They mumble in vain.  The echoes of their scrutiny are worthless.  I am here now.   I am here for you my love.  Is that you my beloved?  Your face is vaguely familiar.  Your silhouette is velutinous in the darkness.  Is that the sweet melody of your soft voice calling me from nearby?  Is that the radiant heat from your seductive embrace I feel in my loins?  Oh yes love.  Oh yes sweet love.  It is you I see.  Hold me forever.  Never let me go.  I am now all yours.  I can now rest in your embrace.  I can feel the peace you offer deep within my soul.  I will now sleep till morn.  Sweet dreams my love.  Sweet dreams!

Author Spudisious ’16