Will someone publish my poetry? Check this poem out...?

[Frank]

Acrid farts in couch cushions
ruin my afternoon
when i sit down on the seat
and stench fills the room
i vacuum out the seat
and spray it with fibreaze
until it smells like a fresh daisy
hanging on a summer breeze
but then across the street
danger dost lurk!
a brown demon guiser
as sewer pipe just burst
i dial the city in a dash
sanitation workers show up wearing mask
main street smells like a dirty turd
my house is for sale
please spread the word