Piss There Drink Here

There's this poet
nicknamed Buk
who wrote
about him
going to a water fountain
and taking a drink
after surreptitiously
looking up a girl's legs.
Well, it might've been
a young woman.

So I think
what's so fucking special
about a stainless steel
watering column
spurting water
in your mouth
when it tastes
recycled
and
across the street
stands a water
recycling plant.

Yeah! It could've been
a young whore
like I could've been
Marquis de Sade.