Copyright © 2007 by Cedric Williams

Immortal urine stains on my soul

God was tinkling and missed the bowl

How on earth did I get

On the floor near god’s toilet?

God’s apartment should never be

A hang-out for the likes of me

Much less should I have been sprawled

In the room where nature called

But how I got there doesn’t matter

I just care about the splatter

Of the immortal urine stream

Whose wet warmth woke me from a dream

My immortal soul has now been stained

And like god’s bladder, I feel drained

O how will I ever get my soul clean?

I need an ethereal washing machine