By Christopher Shiner
I took my mind out for a walk
One hot Tuesday.
It would wet itself whenever it saw a sexy idea
Walking on the other side of the street.
It would yip and strain against its leash
Spraying me with brain piss
As it tried to shake me loose
In pursuit of that elusive flash of insight.
I dug my heels into the gravel trying to reign it in
Scared of what it might do if I let go.
But my hands were sweaty from the nighttime heat
And the horny bastard broke free.
Fucker was fast too!
Once it was free of its leash
It caught up to that epiphany and held on tight
Humping it like it was its last chance to get laid.
Now I have all sorts of little ideas prancing around
Tails in the air, begging for my attention.
My brain is ready to bang them too!
It is completely without shame.