Hitting the Fan
No time!
Think not!
Here I am,
Burning,
In meaningless thoughts,
Given by another.
Drop of a pants,
Speaking loudly,
Finding out,
Second face,
Speaking in madness.
Flying everywhere,
Hitting the fan,
I turned around,
Heavy wind,
Thrust it back at me.
Covered from head to feet,
On my lips,
Getting a taste.
O' number two!
Knowing that's the toilet's place.
Thousand moments over,
You think by now I would have learned?
Copyright © Mark Hansen | Year Posted 2006
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