A Short Poem About A Wee Bit of Piddling (or Vice Versa)

I have only seen Pink Floyd’s the Wall once.
I was very uncomfortable watching it
but was I uncomfortable because it’s a fucking weird show
or because I should have gone to the bathroom
before it started and didn’t want to miss anything
so the last forty five minutes I was a fidgety fucking mess
squirming and squirreling my way, wondering
just how Pink was gonna get through these hijinks
and if I was gonna make it to the end.

I don’t know how I made it to the end.

I guess I could watch it again
to answer my questions
but it was so uncomfortable
I don’t really want to.

I guess I don’t need no education, either.

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