We lounged beneath your tube TV
watching Pee-Wee's Big Adventure.
Your stalwart brother, Ryan
roused us from our reverie.
Quiet, we crept outside
and crouched in the shadowed hedges.
Ryan crapped short and solid
his bare ass shinning in the moonlight.
He grasped the poop
with a green oak leaf and leaned close to you and I.
His eyes large and white,
his grin sharp and wide, he leered and hissed "This is the shit-launch."
He threw the shit. It soared high.
And struck your neighbors window.
We gasped and ran. Terrified yet free.
Collapsing in a pile of limbs we dissolved in laughter.
And for one brief moment, on that bed of grass, all three of us were brothers.
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