The sensual mortal bean

by Michael D Nalley   Jan 20, 2011


Many a bean have I tasted
So my point is not wasted.
Beans are perceived
When gas is relieved.
Seems that it's mysteriously absurd,
Knowing not beans of what we've heard.
They are felt,
Then are smelt ,
Never more to be seen
Is the vapor of a bean.
What manner of art
is in my brain fart?

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