Into walmarty plummers you know.
Crack. Open to the public.
Some brown yes, I know.
Lightin’ a freakin’ smoke.
Look around daring some
S.O.B. Anything. White page.
Go to carrot aisle damn you!
And check for no one in particular.
Walk to returns, check behind.
For smiles. Look for lies, but too much.
Gotta money me man! Yes, hold them up.
These underwear are too small. I lied.
Scotty Dogg
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/returning-my-underwear-that-s-too-small/
