thought you went out this morning <br />but realized it was just a burning hole in the sky <br />the next time you get hungry <br />we can tear the oak trees out to their roots <br />and let everyone watch us chew the bark <br /> <br />no one really cares that <br />when I went left <br />you passed right with your bald tires <br />and stripped transmission <br />exhibitionist you<br /><br />Lee Crowell<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-voyeur/
