A poem by Jeffrey Zable
I was pissing into the wind when the wind said to me,
“Listen, man, you’re pissing into my only good eye.
If you don’t stop I’ll sue!” To which I responded,
“I’ll counter sue and bring back the great Melvin Belli
to represent me!”
And after a considerable pause, I heard from the wind again.
“Now I’m basically blind, and where I blow I’ll never know.
Undoubtedly I’ll create hardship for a multitude of creatures,
and in the end the responsibility will lead back to you!”
With that, I felt an overwhelming sense of guilt.
I moved my pecker to the left and pissed on the sun
who expressed how refreshing it felt
given the temperature in the neighborhood.