Yesterday Was My 23rd Birthday Poem by Bera Tremoz

The lactating breasts sitting by my side
smell like dental floss
stripped bare naked
after a 4 day whiskey binge.

I got fired today,
and on my way out
told the old wise man,
an automated mushroom
with a heavy Jewrman accent,
never to let women
or spoiled daughters
take over business,
O wise old old man,

and with a swift and almost
casual
CIAO!
to the baffled baboons
speechless in their irritated
goodbyes,
I left,
never to be seeing again,

much like the dental floss
that just got flushed out of the
wagon.