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Join Date: Nov 2002
Location: St. Petersburg, FL
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Late Night With CosmicPal
I've been cleaning out my den and having a couple of drinks when I found this old diatribe of a poem I wrote many years ago.
(At the time, I was a Charles Bukowki fan, and this was my attempt to emulate him): Flush “Here I sit all broken-hearted. I came to shit, but hardly farted.” I found this stamped in a faded black marker on the stall door “Here I sit all broken-hearted. I came to shit, but hardly farted.” I continued to read it over and over again. “Here I sit…” “….came to shit.” It was the only thing to read other than Holly’s phone number and how some dude promised future shitters like me that she would give us a good time “…broken-hearted” “…hardly farted.” It’s over I’m through with the reading of bathroom stink poetry I pull up my trousers and flush I didn’t shit I didn’t fart I was too goddamn drunk to stand up and pee. |
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