I’m having tea, blowing my nose,
Watching older Primus, newer Puscifer.
The government is shutting down reveals,
He says coming out of the bathroom
To the accompaniment of a carousel organ
As the toilet bowl refills.
Holla at me when you want
To start the conversation.
Opens the fridge with the pizzazz of a magician
Well save my session!
He’s holding something I can’t quite tell.
Frozen pizza is fiber, right?
What's a Puscifer?
ReplyDeleteSardonically whimsical...this poem seems to follow the bad night from the previous poem. "Frozen pizza is fiber, right?" The punch line. Really when all is said and done.
Hmm Good.