Good Morning!

I came over around dusk last night
and pissed all over your
perfectly manicured shrubs,
just to signal my displeasure
at you starting your lawnmower
at 7 a.m. the other day

I managed to hit
your Shasta daisies too
since I had drunk so much beer

I was going to fuck your wife too,
but decided that I couldn't decide
whether that would be
showing pity for her
or pity for you,
so I went back inside;

this morning
I watched the birds
avoid your shrubs
and the bees steer clear
of your flowers,
while your wife emerged,
looking needy.



May 16, 2010.

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