A Tepid Rebuttal Poem by Sarah Everson

I came upon these steamy lines
while plucking scabs from aging pines.
That's when my mind is at its best
as I have previously confessed,
may I, in friendship and concern
address the issue: should you burn
from heated air beneath your seat
I would advise you not to eat
broad beans and garlic late at night
lest methane sewer gas alight
it is what you perceive as fire
for me, my puter needs no wire.