When someone near me farts
I feel implicated by the stink
A certain sense of communal guilt
I should have spotted his grimaces
Sensed his overpowering impending flatulence
And done my damn utmost
To supply him with enough intestinal fortitude
To fight against his fart
To take him by the hand and say
Listen Roland, I see your struggle
You are not alone now together
We can overcome this impending catastrophe
But I didn’t I chewed blankly
On my flaky chocolate filled croissant
I farted too now
Our world stinks more