Who owns these woods?—I
could give a shizz.
I need a place to take
a whizz;
He will not see me
stopping here
To sign my name with
yellow piss.
My sexy car doesn’t
find it queer
To pause without a
rest stop near
A car is not a man,
you see,
Though I call him Kit,
he never answers me.
I give my Schweddy
Balls a shake
And zip my pants to
punctuate
The quiet eve and
nature’s keep
With sounds no lips
can replicate.
My bladder’s empty, I’m
living large
And happy in my musky
barge
With miles to go
before I charge,
With miles to go before
I charge.
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