Be Serious She told me to be serious.
I told her she had a rooster in her ear.
She told me to fuck off.
I told her ear to stop saying cock-a-doodle-doo,
it was already 3 PM for Chrissakes.
She called me immature.
I bought a hen
and shoved it in her ear
and watched in awe as fluffy feathers flew out from each side.
She said something else.
But I couldn't hear it over all the squawking.
She requested that I respond.
But I just stared at her forehead
and wondered when the rooster would finish.
She asked me to stop staring at her.
And I started laughing
cuz the rooster'd stopped squawking
so I knew there was either some of his cum on her brain
or the hend would lay an egg and the doctors would think it was a tumor.
She called me crazy and walked away.
So I sat down in a puddle of reflective dog piss
and ate a falafel.