I shut the shades
Threw off my pants
slapped a nicotine patch
On each testicle
Turned on the tube
watched National Geographic
Lions fucking
and killing
Lions and their young
The female lions brought home food
for their men
and
I liked that.
i felt like the lion
waiting for my women to bring back Pad Thai
I had to piss
I got up
And knocked over the t.v tray
Wine, wine, wine,
beer, wine
Everywhere
No booze money left
I had to make it count
I bent over with a straw
And got what I could off the floor
sucking in muddy paw print residue
it tasted like a dusty floor dirt surprise
With a hint of old dog urine
but then i remembered
That wasn’t the dogs urine
I was drunk enough to
enjoy myself
Until my girl walked in.
I was naked
Balls swinging between my legs
two nicotine patches attached too them
Dangling
My ass perched in the air
And my face on the floor
Sucking up the wine and beer
“ Honey,
come grab a straw”
I said,with a drunk grin
She didn\'t say a word
just shut the door
and left
I never saw her again
and she didn\'t care
to leave the
Pad Thai
Poem by Joel Carpenter. www.jcarpenterr.com.