I Can’t Stop

people keep telling me,
you know,
you ought to stop
writing those race track poems,
you have no idea
how boring they are.

well, I was at the track
the other day
and I had to go in
and take a piss.
I unzipped and stood there
grabbing and groping
and tugging;
I tugged and I groped and
I grabbed
and the guy next to me
said:
“my god, you must really
have a lot of it…”
and I told him,
“nothing like that, sir,
I’ve got my shorts on
backwards.

I got it out
from underneath
from pissed half of it
down my leg.
then I went out
and caught a
6 to one shot
who won
by four lengths.

This is just
another boring
poem.