Piss In The Garden

Under the cover of night
I am happy to piss in the garden
To sing to the tree tops and smell the fresh dewy air
While I relieve myself back to the earth
A song of nature that tinkles from me
Softly and gently so I do not wake the sleeping butterflies
Tender and yawning in the morning they will be,
Sorry that they missed me
Me who is conscious and happy
And not too proud to piss in the garden.

Bears Rebellion 31/12/13

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