On my way home, police car pulled me over.
After they left, I puttered out of gas.
Triple-a’ came, but my card was expired!
I had to walk home, and of course, it rained half the time.
I tried to get some shut-eye, then I was abducted!
They put cold things in my butt.
They sampled a bit of my d.n.a.
They left me on top of my sheets,
I dreamt I went potty, then woke up drenched in me.
This day sucked the hardest ever...
I woke up on the wrong side of the bed today.
A little bit less than nothing would go my way.
I got up to toss my soiled sheets,
The hallway was dark and I stubbed my big toe.
It was then that I sensed the irony (burning me) ,
Then I heard the voice say,
Come sail aboard s.s. nepenthe!
I suppose I’m to blame for getting pulled over.
I guess I’m the culprit for running out of gas.
Let’s assume I’m the guy who didn’t pay his ’triple-a’ fee.
In actuality, I let the zetas probe me.
Yesterday was all my fault.
I let negativity get the better of me.
Thank goodness for the bathtubs and suds!
They temporarily set free this quandary
Mikel Calcagno
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/00-i-m-funny-when-it-comes-to-anal-probing-and-b/
