an old man is in the way of my telescope
so i ignore the stars and view
he wears a worn out jacket
and a pair of dirty leather shoes
walks around his kitchen
checking the fridge 6-8 times
grabs his stomach with much discomfort
and by his expression i can tell he whines
soon he starts chewing and i'm
confused by the sight
what could he possibly be chewing when
there's no food, not even a bite
but as the chewing continues
i can see his happy face
as he dances from imaginary fullness
with a bit of off beat grace
even though i'm quite baffled
i head back for the stars
they provide me with insight
and white out my wounds and scars
but as i gaze across this sky maze
i'm lonely for the old man
so again my telescope turns and i'm
in voyeuristic never never land
what could he be doing now
can't see worth a damn
a wall is in my way...oh wait
it's just my big fat hand!!
so i remove it from out of the lens
take a closer look
the dear old man is reading
a telephone book
he skims through each page
with a sense of irritation
i would soon find out that it was
caused by his incontrollable unrination
but after he wet his pants
he went back to the book
page by page by page
he continued to look
until his eyes bugged out with
much relief
no, he didn't go pee
he found the number silly
so he raced to the phone
never seen an old man run so fast
i was happy to see him moving even though
there was a big old stain on his pants
i watched him dial and
i began to smile
the clock says its 10 past 10
oh god, i wish i could be his friend
7 digits
pressed and done
who was he calling?
this should be fun
but just as i was dripping with excitment
i had to get up
my telephone was ringing
so i picked it up and said "wasup"?
"f*ck you mother f*cker!"
"oh my god who's this?"
"it's me you little pervert
you watched me take a piss"
i loved this man so much
you probably can tell
so i didn't let this bother me
hmmm....what's that nasty smell?
kinda smells like
ugh...wait a tick
the old man was now in my apartment
and that was f*cking sick
"haven't you ever heard of privacy?"
i mouthed off to the old man
but by then he had me over his knee
& was beating me with his wrinkly old hand
"ahhhh stop you bastard!"
but he looked so darn happy
that i took the beating politely
and ignored the stench of his pee

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