My piss yellow, interrupted flow,
I may have a kidney disease.
Or it may be a curse, no money in my purse,
To buy the right medical ease.
Urine in spate, not in my fate,
Fondling my balls stops it.
All the time, when in my prime,
It also made me shit.
I sway my hip, point the bursty tip,
To whatever is in front of me,
I play with the flow, I see it grow,
From a piss puddle to a roaring sea.
Mix with curry, in a dash of flurry,
It'll make for an Indian dish.
The sweet smell in the piss, for a lovely miss,
Eat with her a spicy bengali fish.
I could paint sunflowers, in my free hours,
Yellow from the urine I get.
Mixed with blue, in lighter hue,
Greens are already set.
My statue will be there, piss stalls everywhere,
I will smile on currency bills.
I can promise you this, and this on my piss,
Future is built on urine spills.
I piss everywhere, becomes yellow to the stare,
Future generations will appreciate what yellow is.
There was a great man, yellow was his plan,
Left stains on history with his piss.
