How Far’s the Next Exit?

Why is it a fart can take so many forms?

From a sub-clothing whisper to a cacophony of storms.

The end product will differ, as one can expect.

But the language can never adhere to a true dialect.

We try to be subtle around sophisticated groups.

Yet shout across stalls to strangers, as if gathering troops.

It seems all bets are off while on the porcelain throne.

As one performs acts using their coccyx’s bone.

I guess ‘tis better to exercise this right in a bathroom deemed private.

Than to shart a small pool in your car as you drive it.