1/8/2010
Porcelain Philosophy
A 7-foot tall man in red
suspenders once told me,
while shaking urine from his penis into
the suspecting and willing orifice of
porcelain and copper piping,
(he boomed)
“AGHHH…now we’re having
fun!”
to which I said,
“Are we?”
“Oh yes. Things can only get worse,
never better, so
appreciate what you have today.”
I looked at my penis, flaccid,
wrinkled, and barely spitting urine,
and I thought I knew what he meant,
but I could not bring myself
to look him in the eye.
