(Draft)

I'm walking down the sidewalk

and I'm thinking about:

1) How cold it's been the past few days...
in weather like this,
I can't really get much thinking done
outdoors.

2) How quickly my dick would shrink
if I removed it from my pants
(like a time lapse of a dying flower, I bet--speedy!11!)

3) Oddly enough, the size of Socrates' dick.
Did Socrates have a big dick? A big ole' honkin' dick?
And if he did,
did he know that he had it?
Did he ever stop at a pond
and casually admire its reflection?

I want to laugh so badly!
My desire to laugh is tethered to all the bodily tools I need
to produce the sound,
quick-release and all.
Just flick it or something--
fuck if I know.