#poetry - Sam Nickel

"Sam Nickel"

Sam Nickel
  Felt a Tickle
in the Spot
  He called a Pickle.

He Came to Know it
  as a Warning
that His Bladder
  was Exploding.

So He Knelt Down
  Knee to the Ground
and Unpocketed
  His Shortround.

In the Grass Came
  Loosey Wax Flame
Something Running
  out His True Name.

He could not be
  like the Oak Tree
that is Why
  He Took a Knee.

But to Avoid Scorn
  Where He was Born
He Urinated
  on the Acorn.