i stood at one check out lane
and you stood in the next
i had that cat food in hand
and you some bread and chips
you were proud of flatulence
or so stated your t-shirt that was
tucked into your jean shorts
that were slowly creeping up to your chin
"i fart in your general direction"
read your shirt
classy i thought
your wife is one lucky lady
and i quietly moved on with my day
desperately trying to stay as far
up wind from people like you
as possible
the end.