If I did, how then would I drive,

Not to sound inconsiderate do I,

To sound in touch do I strive,

Here to stay, I have arrived…

The outside is pressing in,

The inside is caressing my shin,

Taking a back seat I tend to get sick,

Though a back seat can make a good couch,

A great place to enjoy the pleasures of a chick…

Crowded in the back,

Finding rocks of crack,

Nothing can be more uncomfortable,

Than sitting on someones pipe,

And it sliding into a certain permanent vertical crack…

© ed ~ 6/17/06