Carbon Based

The life of a fart
One begs to wonder,
Whether we seek art,
Or loot to plunder.

Must we pass like air,
Only forgotten?
Or like a corsair,
To the core, rotten.

Our life is not gas,
For we are carbon.
This as well shall pass,
Pour me a bourbon.

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