I think I have to pee,
gonna go pee,
“go pee”.
Pissed by an oasis in the Sahara.
Pissed in zero gravity.
Pissed while it was pinching me,
barely,
deep breaths,
blistery breaths,
blistery piss, red colored piss.
Pissed out my medication.
They got me shitting
like everyone else does here,
I do not like it.
My urine sat in toilets,
went unnoticed,
until I got caught up in conversations
about the fine quality of Atlantisean porcelain,
they made me flush it.
– Poetry by W.T. tuqMairtin
from:
Lovers Of The Century (poetry book)
novamartinpoetry.com 