On my way home, police car pulled me over. <br />After they left, I puttered out of gas. <br />Triple-a’ came, but my card was expired! <br />I had to walk home, and of course, it rained half the time. <br />I tried to get some shut-eye, then I was abducted! <br />They put cold things in my butt. <br />They sampled a bit of my d.n.a. <br />They left me on top of my sheets, <br />I dreamt I went potty, then woke up drenched in me. <br />This day sucked the hardest ever... <br />I woke up on the wrong side of the bed today. <br />A little bit less than nothing would go my way. <br />I got up to toss my soiled sheets, <br />The hallway was dark and I stubbed my big toe. <br />It was then that I sensed the irony (burning me) , <br />Then I heard the voice say, <br />Come sail aboard s.s. nepenthe! <br />I suppose I’m to blame for getting pulled over. <br />I guess I’m the culprit for running out of gas. <br />Let’s assume I’m the guy who didn’t pay his ’triple-a’ fee. <br />In actuality, I let the zetas probe me. <br />Yesterday was all my fault. <br />I let negativity get the better of me. <br />Thank goodness for the bathtubs and suds! <br />They temporarily set free this quandary<br /><br />Mikel Calcagno<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/00-i-m-funny-when-it-comes-to-anal-probing-and-b/
