Peter Timothy McQueeny

Rookie (May 11,1983 / Kansas City, Kansas)

Running Man

Poem by Peter Timothy McQueeny

if you wet you bed, don’t change the sheets
it makes you faster in the feet
use your hand to pick your nose
wipe the goo between your toes
with all that lubrication
see how fast you go

i used to fear that runnin' man
with the holy cup right in his hand
he cant drink, it's full of sand

put your pants on upside down
have a night out on the town
take your partner dosey-doe
in the bedroom, they won't know
with all that lubrication
see how fast you go

i used to love that runnin' man
with Armageddon in his hand
come from the sky to break the land

i wipe the hair from off my head
the bear likes his meat so bloody red
as he eats his face will glow
you should watch it's quite a show
with bloody lubrication
see how fast you go

i had some tea with that runnin' man
he dropped the cup out of his hand
came from the sky, break on the sand

wait for death all through the years
disappointed, choke back tears
the more you learn the less you know
and boggled minds will clog the flow
with a little more lubrication
see how fast you go

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, October 26, 2004

Poem Edited: Thursday, May 19, 2005