I just woke up. and..
Two perfect streams, with one perfect seam. I look down and scream, although to myself, it appears.
Once everything is soaked, not a happy artichoke. I off to the store, to return and get more
But apparently there's a policy against my accident.
I wrestle with the store clerk and tell 'em he'll pay,
he said no you have to.
Left pondering in an isle, cans all strewn about. It's vengance i want, yet i'm all flushed with doubt
FULCHED! i say...
i mean FLUSHED. That's it, i've got it, the answer i want
it.
Today in my full stream, full scream, private isle.
I soaked the place silly and grafted on a smile
When clerk returns to see what I've done
he doesn't so i look around, put away my gun
my face, my hands, my stupid grin
i missed all the cans, all the cereal, everything.
i return past the tills, covered in shame
at my own, my own, improbable aim.
ah wells, ah wells, a grin on the store clerk.
so i throw an old lady's walker at him, what a jerk...
the old lady falls, tralls, fippersnaps.. oh wait, that was her back.
so off the hospital covered in pee, my bathroom i know, looks just like me.
at the back of an ambulance, i'm to blame, for the old lady's accident, and my accident fame.
quite the opposite i tell some local news, all of them, the entire crew.
they'll have none of it they question and they blame.
so i pee on all of them and proudly exclaim.
MY FANCY, SEAM OF A STREAM IS MIGHT, NOW I'VE GOT YOU ALL IN MY SIGHT.
so soaked they be, and soaked they were.. I left them there it was a mutual blur.
I'd just soaked the town and began a new day
soon later I was parched.
