This is for the sly guffers,
the clandestine cheese-squeezers
lifting one cheek in a restaurant
and pushing out a rank one -
not even blinking.
This is for the elevator trumpers,
the po-faced sphincter-dumpers,
the no-noise at the movies
ass-gas releasers who didn't even need to go,
but still set their jaws and pressed.
Never let them say the gates
to thy rotten intestine shalt not open.
Never let them glare you
into odourless obedience.
May your buttocks ripple
their reminder that if the world
will not see nor hear you,
you can always
make a stink.