Legion

A Day in the Life of A Urinal Cake

Lying here at the bottom
Of a porcelain contraption,
Contemplating dangling particples
And their misdirections.
Wondering of worms
With their python ambitions.
Sounds of spanking monkeys
And the choking of chickens.
Cocked guns aimed
With one eye in my direction.
Spelling of names
Without the quotations.
A shake and flip,
Three times more, it’s masturbation.
And now I find myself
Covered by its urination.
But it’s better here than the toilet
Full of defecation.

Legion
01Mar07

Last edited by Legion on August 7, 2011, 7:12 am