In slumber, ever inviting
The planter calls
My bladder twitches
Sphincters sleep on watch
The planter hails
My bladder chortles
Salty waste flows
Spreading on flannel
Such warmth, such solace
Guilt floods the senses
Mocking my disgust
So itchy, so cold
Showing posts with label Andy Bichler is EggBoy. Show all posts
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Thursday, January 10, 2008
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