Milieu, will you praise this poem?

"Showcase"
Stephen Rodriguez

My heart's a train that's left the tracks,
it rolls through forests, its smokestack
emits a foul, polluting gas
like farts that come from Satan's ass.
Some people see my heart and say
"How sick that he goes on that way!"
But I don't have a thing to hide;
they keep their toxins all inside.
 
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