Too much garlic fell
In your cauldron, dearest one
Sorry if I fart
As tonight we light
Candles in that special shape
And ask for the help
Of a higher power
Or a lower some would say
Power schmower, right?
Tough to say we tried
Threw ourselves on the mercy
Of Satan and yet
I just had to be
The one who farted a lot
Fire and brimstone
Yes, in one fell swoop
Life and dignity erased
Gas incontinence
For as we all know
Veggie farts always offend
Mephistopheles
Yell for justice or
We always scream for ice cream
And we sigh alone
Laughing at trouble
Farting at the devil in
The palest moonlight
Lucifer he sniffs
Murmurs, “yo man that’s foul”
Flexes his wing things
Terror swells in me
The miasma of Brooklyn
Swirls more smellily
And away he flies
Smiling like some Totoro
As he springs aloft
For even a being
Evil, Lord of Hell itself
Likes to breathe fresh air.