Truly, Truly Live

Here's something for you to ruminate on:

I love farting at work.
I love imagining all the yahoos around me working.
When softly
      gently
          their nose picks up
                the warm acidity
                     of my anus.
And there is no escape.

They know what it is, but they don't know where it came from.
And for a moment, they must fester in it.
They must sit and breath in my anus particles wafting freely in the artificial air.
The pumped in chemicals used to sustain us for 8-10 billable hours.
And for a moment
I introduce Nature to this manufactured, grumpy, stingy, ugly environment.
My wonderful colon puffs out a reminder that the world continues away from this sterile cage.
And if only for a moment, while we all frolic in the stench of last night's digested taco meat, we can remember what it feels like to live.
Truly, truly live.