Poot

A hot day
In a hot car
Someone decide anus decides to talk

Through the cab
Penetrating our nostrils
A foul odor rises

The McDonalds
From moments ago
Though eaten
Is making a return
To convulsing mouths

Author's Note

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Reviews

[Writer *78*]

Nice work, you really seem to put the reader as if he/she is in the care with you in this piece.

[Sahara Mist]

Thank you!

[Writer *78*]

nice job on edits