Daily Writing: Write About Rain
Raindrop keeps falling
On my head..
But it isn't rain
It's urine
and some drunk guy mistook my
tent for a portapotty
It's so ing hot and humid
and now my tent smells like hot piss
What a ing night
And those tenders I ate earlier
I'm pretty sure they were bad
My stomach is rippin and roaring
That poor drunk bastard
stumbled off and fell asleep
round the corner
If only he knew just how bad
those tenders were
He'd realize just the sort
of liquid hell thats about
to come raining down on him
Let's see him sleep
on this hot and humid night
with his tent smelling like
putrid
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