Butters the poet?
Mister Wiener
I stand at the urinal
Pants down to my ankles
I sing to him
Between my legs
Another boy
Comes in
He looks at me
Weird
He walks out
I can hear him
Telling his friends
About how I still pee
Like a little boy
They laugh
But I don't care
I like me
The way I am...
II.
Mister Wiener
Again I see him
I asked teacher
To use the bathroom
I went in a stall
Dropped my pants
And sat down
I see him
Between my legs
I do my business
hát to him
Kids are talking
About the singing
Coming from the boys' room
Then I flush
I tell him
I'll see him later
And pull up my pants...
~Butters Stotch (Warner Sechovec)
