Lighting Farts In High School

You put both feet upon the dash

of a car in the dark: A match, a flash!

Ignited methane! Life’s a gas!

Combustible! From your own ass!

Die! By God! I thought we’d die 

of laughter, if that’s how God would do it,

kill off three of his teen-aged boys

set cackling like five hundred firecrackers,

joined together, going off at once,

having seen a yellow-blue, shooting flame.