Shoutout to Xuemin

Oh young Xuemin, why is your voice so loud,
When you talk, my ears ring for days.

Your voice carries in the wings of the library,
just as the stench of your gas did,
that one winter night.

If you can't handle my fart,
you can't handle my heart,
you told me
as your smell overwhelmed...
my senses,
and my lungs burst...
for fresh air.

Truly, truly,
I cannot handle your heart.
I would rather,
be able to breathe.

In another life,
I too,
will be a gas monster like you.
Only then,
can we join as one.