The Us Senate

I open bottles of beer
And empty their content
Twist tops

I put their caps back on 
They look complete
Screw tops

I stand the bottles back up
In their cartons
Until I have 100 bottles lined up

They look full
They look whole
These empty bottles

I call them the us Senate
I smell the stench of the empty bottles and
I burp

I urinate
Copyright © | Year Posted 2013

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