Pissing Against The Wind Poem by Madrason .

Crawling out a new identity
I never thought it would be me
I clung to much to loneliness
and needed so much tenderness
but forgot to feed myself
so I lost my other half
found out what I already had
at first it made me very sad
than I started to listen more
showed the world what I had kept in store
I'm the minder know of my own shore
as I never did before and not insecure no more
crawled all up from underneath
got back on my own two feet
sing this song and all day long
"Let it pee, Let it pee
Let it pee, let it pee
but not on me
I whisper words of wisdom
Let it Pee, not on me! ". M