Pee Poem Poem by Juan Olivarez

Funny the stuff that courses through
My demented brain
The electrical impulses must be shorting out
This late in life.
Like the time, a million years ago when I staggered
Into a bathroom
In some Godforsaken bar
In some Godforsaken town
And the drunk at the only urinal
Was crying hysterically.
Upon making an inquiry as to his sorrow,
The drunk tearfully repied,
' I'm out of pee'.
Ha, Well, ok.
Or the morning after a bout with Jim Beam
I grabbed the cold water out of the fridge
Walked into the bathroom, and proceded
To pee in the hamper.
Ha, well, ok.
Funny huh?
Well this isn't
Every year the local news sets up a reporter with a camera
To catch drunken teenagers peeing in the streets during
Spring break
Boys will be boys right?
Wrong,
GIRLS.
Thinking how pathetic my stream is now
So helping to potty train my grandson
I get a great feeling of astonishment
And pride
As he blasts away so pressurized
The comode flushes itself with the force
Ha, well, ok.
Reminds me of when I could blast dirt and algae
Off of walls and walkways
Ha, well, ok.

5/5/14 Alton Texas