Please Aim When You Pee
Little boy, little boy its
shaped like a hose,
So why don’t you control where
the blasted pee goes?
I’m tired of the stink, I
have to complain.
Please little boy why can’t
you fricking aim?
You’ve sprinkled the
walls, the sink, the floor
Son of mine, mom can’t
take anymore.
There’s a yellowish
dribble stuck to the side.
Why can’t you just aim it
and pee-pee inside?
And please don’t leave the
damn toilet seat up
So I don’t feel like I’ve sat
my ass in a cup
And don’t pee on the seat,
it’s not very fun
To have someone else’s
warm pee stuck to your buns.
So please hold your penis,
I know you are tight
I see you with your hand
down your pants day and night.
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