| Another Six Hours (of community service) Hidden within the ditch and teeming brush,
with great relief I take a steaming piss.
I try to write your name but have to rush
it and I only get a “D” Alas,
why must I always fail to perform
adequately? I fear my member may
be cursed. A wretched and ill-fated worm
lies writhing, fallen victim to my spray,
squirming in excremental agony.
Hermaphroditic little peeping tom,
perverted little bastard! (not you, honey)
You cruel reminder of my bungledom!
A spineless grub, a felon, and some trash
belongs along the side of Kilgore Ave.
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