Saturday, August 19, 2006

Underoos

I call your name
through a million pairs
of tighty whities
not knowing that you are free ball nation
looking for something other
than Batman and Superman underoos
I know that you fall
forever into the child within
never knowing that you are being watched
through loop and small glory holes
in the restrooms of a deceased Walmart
I call your name
before you be raped
by Holy Man Under Command of God
leave this house
leave this planet
leave this world
be free before he yanks down
your underoos.

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