40 years ago, or so
a Chinese poet wandered through these parts
He smelled the air and he declared
"Oh, Shit, that smells like Farts!"
Well- I was the only one around that day so there was nothing I could do or say.
He knew I was the One.
I knew that I'd been done.
He said, "You are the King of Farts. I know, now."
"You are the King of Farts."
And then- he handed me his Book of Wisdom.
He said, "This will be safe w/ you."
"You are the King of Farts."