A Battle Between Hands
The white page is getting drunk
from inhaling my breath
The pen has already like a rock
In my tickling hands
Can't remember if I had more
Beers than tequila
My puke looks chunky like
A Pollock painting
Where did my stomach
Hided all that food?
I don't know
After three barks I believed
There was nothing left to come
It's hot, the clothes are all gone
The little guy wants some action
I can't remember where I left
The magazines
He must be dizzy because
he can't get up
Remember the pictures you liked
All those lonely women posting
Their amateur pictures online
You want me to help you with lotion
But you are on your own
Always distracting me for your
Self pleasure
Always so little time for myself
All I wanted was to write but
I guess the shower and the toilet
Is not enough for you
The little guy has beaten the pen
By using more ink
His voice always stronger sharing
The same hand as the pen
He has won all the battles
Sent as a joke to poetry.com
