Drunken Piss.

It's a bad metaphor.
It's a really, bad metaphor.
It's a really, disgusting, bad metaphor.
You stand there, bloodshot eyes, staring and your dick.
Your dick, the dick you know so well.
The dick you've been using effortlessly your whole life.
The dick that pees.

But you're not peeing.
Why? Because you're drunk.
Wasted.
Smashed.
Stupid as hell.
And you've been in there for 15 minutes,

Just staring at your apparently malfunctioning dick.

It's a bad metaphor.
Because I sit here—correction,
I've SAT here
for four hours now.
Staring.
Because I was/am alone.
Thinking, about why I'm alone.
Thinking about us.

Just staring at the apparently malfuctioning us.
And this is the best poetry I've got.
Because this is all I've got.
There's nothing left.