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PISS-POOR POET’S PRIVILEGE

So am I supposed
To write
What-ever crap
Comes into my mind
And call it insight?

Is that right?
So I was watching
A man on TV
Collecting his pee
And drinking it
For his health…

OMG
I just gagged!
Is this where
Insight is at?

We criss-cross
The world
Daylight to night
In the blink of an eye
And this is what
We choose
To explain?

A man in Japan
Made a plan
To drink urine
(his own)
So while
Me drinking
Buck’s Fizz
Will never please
Or gimme
15 seconds
Of fame,
We all watch agog
As old slant-eyes
Gargles with piss…

Spare me!
Eat shit!

HEY
That is IT!
I’ll make myself
A cow-pat-pie!
I may die,
But that will
Certainly be
One in the eye
To Mr. Yoki-Lee
Wee-Wee!


MC