silent fart · 7:09am Jul 5th, 2014
in its raw, smelly form. havent figured out how to post stories (read poems) yet:
the ode to silent fart, the pony who loved all art.
but why should you laugh at the hilarity, of a jericho inspired matriarchal calamity?
if only you could understand, the power you hold within your own hand *coughs* hoof.
why should you judge everypony who seems to you aloof?
maybe he found his own truth, the answer to your own divinity question… the proof.
figured out how to blog post 6.6. that poem belongs there
so then, here i am. another bald pony.
could it be? was it me? another faceless brony...
we follow the herd, to be unheard; our opinion drives the masses!
what little we know, of the universes flow...
our irony lost behind our classes.
ill figure this all out,
i used to be an artist you know