The Crack Epidemic
Every place I go,
every where I see,
a butt crack's
staring up at me.
I just don't get it
at all you know,
why anyone wants
their butt crack to show.
We hear all the time
how crack kills.
Well let me tell you,
yours is killing me still.
I see you tattooed,
I see you brown,
I see you light,
all over town.
It's hard to believe
you can't feel
the breeze blowing
when you kneel.
Crack your jokes,
crack a smile,
keep airing it out
for just a while.
What is it, really,
you'd like me to say?
"Hope your butt crack
has a nice day."
As much as I try
my eyes are drawn there.
I'm planning a plot
you best beware.
Before the day's over
I'll pass your bend over.
It's sure to become
my new pen holder.
Sent as a joke to League of American Poets
