Apr 5, 2005
Pissing on the wall
It reaches out with shiny wings,
That yellow arch of social grace
Which hits the wall and scatters light,
Showers the ears with joyous song
Played by the middle finger who
Resents the clothes we wear for cover,
We are ashamed/afraid of it.
If only we could come to terms,
Social graces and the finger,
To find a way to learn with joy,
With moderation and a zeal,
What God design the pleasures for;
Not just for writing on the wall.
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2 comments:
Really like this one. Good content well expressed. Since I've moved from the city, one of my quiet joys has been to be able to piss outside. Thought I was the only one!
Watch out for the electric fences, the contry's way of keepong more than cattle in it's place.
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