Like all the others, our own dormitory
hovers in Venusian clouds, surrounded
by the planet's sulfurous atmosphere. Yet,
my roommates complain about my excessive
flatulence. They say I release, into their
vicinity the most horrifically odorous farts.
Through every kilometer of its orbit around Sol,
achieved before the completion of its ordinary day,
they complain most vociferously
that I subject them to a constant barrage of stinking farts,
as we hover, suspended, in this sulfurous muck spread
across the Venusian sky.
Starward