My legs curled around me,
my arms stretched out a little,
a can of beer beside me.
Wishing I had an axolotl.

Cute wee things,
what happiness they brings,
A salamander in half-evolution
which makes my head do a revolution.

I often wonder about prostitution:
Is it bad,
or am I mad?
Thinking about it, it is the constitution.

At least of my land,
all entitled to a job,
whether that be blowing Bob,
or constructing by hand.

I’m tired,
so I’m goodbyered.
Fired.
*Yawn*.