by Toward A Word
I'm going to be a squatter on this poem and take it over. Yeah, I like it that much. And besides, it's about my ass... isn't it? lol
This is great:
time passed
hours became daze
daze became weaks
did said butt in question
floss? :D
( this is unique and really tickled my funny bones :)
to lay before this butt. Got too scientific for me at
the end, but hell I was already looking through my eyelids
by then.