Farts

Those nasty old chemists are at it again -
I hear them in their dark laboratory,
perpetuating their secrets deep underground;
propounding decadent theoties
in the sublime isolation of their flatulent caverns.
They are such clever little artists!
Deep down below, under the thundering fathoms of obscurity,
they heap scorn upon their very sustenance
and corrode the wisdom of their ancestors,
until the little shards that remain
mean nothing to their simple minds,
while their own products seem as the billowing clouds
in the vast wind of intelligence -
but it is only a rumbling in the belly of God.

revised 6/8/02 8PM