The city farts from its many holes: Vehicle tails, Power plant bums metabolise petrol and coal. Gosh! More holes! On fire wood, dung and kerosene. On fire city’s feces. Ughh, this stinking smoke enters my holes! My eyes I rub rub rub; My throat I cough cough; My nose I die. Mask up, cityzen, Mask up Turn on the purifier Close your windows Shoot the anti-fart gun Bring home green plastic plants. Alas, your lungs still burn “What else to do?” You ask “Eat less, eat clean,” Doctors say.