Nick at Nite
Let's workshop this poem about two brothers peeking in on their mother through a hole in the wall covered by an old piece of dried-macaroni art
Nick at Nite Fun Dip was to keep us at the TV (Mom staggering down the hall with an oniony man who said “Let em see some pussy”) but, peeking through an old hole of Dad’s (hidden by macaroni art), we peed— erect—as she retched on a handgun to moans of “Try me!”
