Reflections on Urination
Dig staying in a rented beach house,
and all the bathroom toilets
are placed up against
full-length mirrors
so you can watch yourself urinate.

As if the owners think
you won’t know what they were thinking
when they had those mirrors installed;

Man, Dig
witnessing
your manly figure nude,
the human machine in its purest form,

Dig that your eyes inevitably rest on
the organ of love,
ejaculation
and (currently) urination,
as it realizes
the one evolutionary advance of the male gender:
Humans stand tall, proud, arrogant,
ever destructive
while Monkeys sit and scratch their hairy ass and nutsack, swinging through trees with ignorantly blissful tails,
and Man urinates in Lift
while Woman merely sprinkles the toilet bowl as she sits
on a seat wet from her husband’s piss.

Reflections on Urination:
The one evolutionary advance of the male gender.