I cling to your nether regions when I wear tight britches to make insanely jealous my black hoes & white *******. Your face lights up with the biggest smile when I miss you by inches with jagged floor tile. I can't blame you for urgent life preservation, as my grandma escaped from a Choctaw reservation. Forget me when I'm dead, gone & buried in my grave or the kicks to your midriff that I lovingly gave. I reference Merriam-Webster in Catholic mass, with each page I wipe my careless cares away.
   I love your lard *** & its Nigerian splash back when I'm not under red alert *** gas attack. Give me specialized, cowardly re-treat treatment while I'm navigating the subtle history of what my elevated toilet seat meant.