So some of my friends recently asked me, want to go swimming today?
And I gave them a foul, foul look, and stated without delay
I clearly don’t want to swim in the pool so you can go play
In the foul feces of the man, who just peed and left without delay
So you can go swim in his yellowish creation
And say to your friends,
WOW! This is the warm spot!
Hahaha, what, Too much information?
Then the idea will pop up
“Isn’t that what chlorine is for?!”
Well shit! I wish it did more!
Like clean the hair to the fuzz, to the decayed skin, to the drifting flies
To the sweat, leftover food, spit and that bloated fry
To the kid who forgot to shower, and that man who is working out for an hour
To the baby not fully wiped and the submarine snot,
That might…Just might go…into your mouth when playing
“Let’s see who can spit the water the farthest game”
The game, the game so quickly becomes so lame when I tell you this;
That pee, skin, hair and other delights, would love to combine to make pool stew
A stew brewed so well by the slightly overweight pool dancers
That once this concoction enters your mouth, you smile and just have to announce!
“Is it just me…or does this pool kind of taste like chicken?”