I'm just trying to write
Think of something to write about
Then, I look down at my torn pants
and presto Modesto
I see this hole that is staring at me
It is actually kinda freaky
Because it started talking to me
for me, and I know it has a lot to say
Then, suddenly I hear a burp
I jump
Then, as I look down at my pants
They don't even say excuse me
I guess they are trying to tell me there is no excuse for ripped pants
All I could do after that moment is;
Just stick my finger in the hole and play with it.