I told a friend to look behind his back
He turned round to see a cripple crawling
then jumped and ran to nearby side track
because he thought a car was approaching
We laughed to see the fear on his brow
The lame was angry by our reaction
He picked some stones all set to throw
We explained it was not our intention
to mock or make a jest of him by that
but to let our chary friend step aside
as he wore a comical mammoth hat
and couldn’t see a thing from either side
This turned out to be a very big gaffe

It's at a time
when I refuse to check my mail
so I can be surprised
by my TIME subscription
list.

I wait for the boy to snore
some more
so I'll have something
other than myself
to ridicule and bemoan.

The time I sit
till I sink in
the crater my bottom
makes on my bed;

And I see how naturaly I dent
All that was comfy and right.

The times we watch
the seconds tick
and wish we were
like time -

were there
no more
depths
where wavelegth echo
touchs
the lovestarved thought
buried in liberty doubts

where there
no more quests
fulfill the fear of sanity
rusting in sunbleached sands

songs cast in dreaming
against the baby grand
this halo of bright
falling like snow
the spirit of sight
I hold onto what
ghosts we are

Hooters, phallic symbols and toilet humour

 you may think me base and crude when I say
That i have-observed the down right sexist to the
Utterly lewd in our language 

.They call breasts ta tas, they call them hooters 
tits, boobs and puppies, they even give them names 
Sometimes call them the twins

I have also taken note that society loves a good fart joke
And others of that ilk,
Even the most refined love toilet humour