How do you feel
When the short Asian man
at the urinal to your left
begins to twitch like a vibrator
and beat off,
screaming,
"Yeah momma-momma!
Momma yeah!"
?
Or when the guy sitting next to you
in lecture
suffers a sphincter rebellion
and audibly lines the inside of his trousers
with a frothy mix of Chic-Fillet and Natural Light
?
Or when the drunken homeless man
succumbs to gravity
face first
and spits a brownish-green tooth
into your triple espresso
? ("Goal!" he shouts
with his hand on his forehead.)
I
feel
like writin' some poems.
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I feel...violated. And a little nauseous.
Which means...
writing more poems.
I can't figure out how the part about the homeless guy is physically possible and that kind of fucks with me and makes it better.
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