Pleased to PissA Poem by Abigale LeCavalierPleased to Piss Pleased to piss in a stream, headed nowhere but the full grayness of the ocean. Somewhat like the salt and pepper of an old mans hair, coincidently; standing beside me, but not next to me. A fine cigar would taste better now, soaked in good whiskey. Making a sparrow cough across the way, caught in a stream of it’s own. I pass the tobacco to this mysterious Mr. Mr. And he smiles as he wipes away the pink lip-gloss from the smoldering cigarette. Like he’s done, a thousand times before.
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