An Unpleasant Incident

By Jake Wythers

An Unpleasant Incident

A drunken, naked man crashed through the door,
astounding all the party guests, and stumped
directly to the center of the floor.
Although his back was stooped and shoulders slumped,
his stare was so unnerving that we jumped
to make a path for him. With legs apart,
he stood and faced his audience bare-rumped.
We hushed, and when he cleared his throat to start,
we listened, half afraid that he would fart.
Without preamble, clearly free of doubt:
"Good poetry," he cried, "comes from the heart!"
With that, the bouncers came and threw him out.
Some jeered, some rolled their eyes, some held their noses,
while others smiled and mentally threw roses.