Thursday, September 10, 2009

Poet's Korner

If a man at the wharf
licked my eye
I’d get all mad.
I’d say, “easy on the
cornea, partner!”

He’d attempt to dismiss
it as nothing, but
I’d call bullshit.

When you’re giving a
guy a free carrying-a-
lesson you don’t lick his
eye when he least expects.

It’s bad karma and unhygienic,
not to mention a betrayal
of trust.

I’d recognize the corsair
was bummed ‘cause he only
had one eye but that doesn’t
give him free reign
over mine.

Ask first. I usually say
yes. Otherwise, keep your
salty tongue to yourself,
you impetuous seadog.

xoxo chris peebles xoxo

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