THE TALKING ANUS

Written by: Prince Agba

We heard the voice 
Of the talking anus 
Beat like a light drum
Where saints were gathered.

But suddenly the stench hovered
And all hands drove close
To prevent the odour through the nose

Because the beats became filthy
All tones pitched a low key.
Everywhere boomed with bad odour
That shut every mouth like a door
At the noise of the anus that talked.

Even – the smell gave my pen
Inspiration to write this poem.