Today is seven butts
And that may sound like a lot
But it's important to remember
That there are days that are significantly butt-ier
Days of dozens, thousands, millions of butts
The kind of days where you can't seem to get out of bed
For the weight of all the butts on top of you
Infinite butts stretching out into the horizon
Obscuring the sun and moon and all the stars
Not leaving the slightest glimmer
In the fart-scented dark
Today is just seven butts.
this speaks to me
specifically:
to my ass
This is the year of twenty billion butts.
Annus anus, if you will.
Anus mundi 8)
2020, anu domini.