I Teeter and Teeter

too clever to sit on four legs i lean back on the two that teeter and teeter as i tap on the keys in the half fetal legs bent at the knees they teeter and teeter i'd say sixty degrees im tipping, im tapping im typing the keys 'da ding' who just signed on? oh her, it's her! it's her! oh geez shock shifts my balance legs lock at the knees okay, okay, steady, steady then! that box to the top of my screen Foxygirl says: hey, how aren't you? no, how are you? i mean im taken back wait no, im falling back only thought: grab! GRAB! i latch on to the table on which the laptop sits left of a hot coffee, i had only a sip the table tries it's best at tug-o-war but there's no turning back im hitting the floor i dont let go, until it's too late that coffee i made? skipped a date with my mouth for a brief patter at my chest and the rest to my lap its over its over another chance botched there's brown on the carpet and brown on my crotch everything fell over just as i ordered and now my fly reaks of a columbian odor