Mmmm... 'ecstacy' Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

How far down below the ground,
Can a smelling of a stench...
Followed and be convinced,
It has been discovered and found.

Could it be...
As low and far down,
For those who allow themselves...
To become addicted to a need from one,
Frauding the smell of produced 'poop'.
With a doing to have,
This creation believed...
For them just has to be,
An inhaling to exhale...
Ecstacy!

"Everyone agrees,
We are near and very close...
To achieving ultimate ecstacy.
Accept for you.
What is 'your' problem? "

-Me?
I am still undecided.-

"Undecided?
Undecided about what? "

-I am still not sure,
If it is 'funk' I want to smell.
And live for the rest of my life.
Or if it is fraud to believe,
It is not what I am breathing.
To defend it to be something else,
Than the stench it is! -

"Well...
Which do you believe,
Will be a benefit to your self esteem? "