We Men of Higher Intellect

Free verse more my style,

but today I’m trying rhyming.

“trying” and “rhyming” Hmmm?

Okay, so...

One of those “I write as I write”

kind of’a  day,

so women I warn...

women, go away!

Fair warning again,

for women not to see!

But,

 women being women,

curiosity piqued?

So...

I write now of men of a higher bent,

I write now of men that are... oh,

superiorly intelligent.

I write now of men of higher intent.

I write now of that which is known

but by men of more...

shall we say intelligence.  (?) (ehh)

Not for women to see

so again go away!

Warned,

but still here I see,

‘cause what I’m speaking

of now is how men pee.

As long as you’re here,

lady a question I ask,

if women to men are

superior...

Lady,

have you ever...

No!

I know you haven’t written your name

emblazoned in yellow upon pure white snow!

No!

Your name in snow?

No, no, this I know!

While hiking one day,

this lady I know...

while hiking this lady,

having to ‘go’,

lowering her shorts

she peed on the ground

Later...

a movement sensed within her behind

dropping her shorts

only to find...

See?

See, this I say: a caterpillar in drawers?

Men don’t have these problems

peeing out of doors.

While before a urinal

I would like to aim...

Well,

for me when younger

my  favorite game,

to blast cigarette butts

within the urinal I would aim.

This color purposeful you see,

the closest color it is to pee.

©May 29, 2010 / Mark M Lichterman