last a.m. poem

stupid:   so anxious to do another poem this drunken night I am
holding the piss
in……
hey, it’s not ambition, it’s just that when one gets pounding on
it’s the cheapest and easiest form of
entertainment
around–
one doesn’t want to chance losing that
merely to
piss.

but
I’m going to piss, it’s 3 a.m. and there are over a dozen pages all
over the floor.

I deserve to
urinate
even though my long dead mother wouldn’t understand any of
this.

there–you have it:   a mother poem.
thought I couldn’t do it,
huh?

as the Brits say:   piss-
off!

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