i peed in your shower
i peed here on your couch
i peed in a bag, tied it around my waist
and now i've got a pee pee pouch
i peed out your window
i peed on your hairbrush
i peed, drank it fast (and liked it)
cause i'm a kinkyboozy lush
i peed on your sad, sad flowers
hoping they would grow
i peed in your alpaca slippers
it will be years before you know
i peed in the thai friendship dinner doggybag
i should be busting open right now
i'm peeing in the beer you're drinking
don't even ask me how
(the above poem was written for mik, my particularly self-centered pal in chicago)
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
This is hilarious! at first I was really worried you pee'd on things at my place because of the tying a plastic bag around your waste reference. You made a tutu once like that at a party at Andy's and my loft. It was fun, just glad you didn't pee in my beer :)
ReplyDelete