Friday, February 13, 2009

Urine the Jailhouse Now

Pissed, Otis Regrets

Each night all the booze that he drank
got Otis so drunk that he stank
A bladder of pee,
he hadn't the key,
and pissed himself, locked in the tank.

He woke in his cell, cold and stinking
And soaked, told himself he’d stop drinking
As damp chilled his pants,
pink elephants danced
and croaked “What the hell were you thinking?”

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