I consider myself to be a normal boy
(perhaps even a normal man)
with normal likes and dislikes
(such as apple pie and country music),
but then I question all this
when I find myself liking the smell of my own farts
rating the quality of each I release.
oh sweet refuse, filling the air
byproduct of my own waste,
handiwork of my own bowels.
the sieve and the sand 
i’m afraid i dont understand what about this would disgust you…
is it applie pie? the country music?
Who said anything about disgust? All I see is dusgust, whatever the hell that is.
i spelled it wrong like 16 times before ifigured out what it should be…
but spilling is not my fort-eh?