Walking in,
Looking for trouble
At the urinal
You unzip
Your cock
Out
With a flannel shirt already
Open
And a thick watch
On your hand
Standing
Beside me
a little Urinal
Peep show
A hand
Under your cock
To bounce
It up a little bit
You’re not moving
Until
The people
Go away.
I bite my lip,
Lowly Looking,
Thickening
Shit
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