Poot

A Poem by Sahara Mist

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

© 2017 Sahara Mist

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Writer *78*

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

Posted 12 Years Ago

1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

12 Years Ago

Thank you!

12 Years Ago

nice job on edits

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Added on January 18, 2013
Last Updated on January 25, 2017

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Sahara Mist

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I'm a awkward girl who is quite immature though very shy and usually afraid to talk to people. more..