Perverted Wink

The universe
 with a perverted wink
 insists its shit don’t stink
 no matter what I think

Litigation
 against a pauper
 more than my every dollar
 This shirt don’t even have a collar

Always out
 to do my best
 in everyone, I invest
 ’til I’m all out of zest

Shitstorms, babe
 They come in threes
 I’m a ball upon a tee
 Where I fly? Not up to me…

The universe
 cracks a grin off the charts
 Thinks so highly of its art
 So do I when I am smart


Originally published at Andrew L. Hicks.