Pass To Pass Poem by Ima Ryma

Still a taboo is breaking wind,
Especially in public place.
And people glare that I have sinned
In manner that gets in their face.
But more and more as time does pass,
Older I get, harder for me
To keep myself from passing gas.
Getting impossible to be
Holding the pressure in my bowel.
A pass to pass, us seniors should
Get no matter how smelly foul,
Non lethal in all likelihood.

Break the taboo of public fart,
The gas station is where I'll start.