When You Just Can’t Help Yourself

A tribute to the US pilot who flew and drew a contrail cock and balls in the Washington sky

If you’ve an aerosol can
and a stairwell wall
You’ve a ready-made canvas
for a spray-on cock and balls

If you’re sitting at your desk
and the lesson’s getting boring
Then you whip out your ballpoint
and you do a bit of drawing

The bus window’s steamed up?
You can’t fight the temptation
to add some decoration
to the condensation

If you’re poised on the khazi
and the door’s looking bare
And you’ve got a felt tip
then you’ll do it if you dare

If you’re serving up dinner
and it’s meat and two veg
Arrange them rather tastefully
with sauce around the edge

But if you are a pilot
then what else can you do
But fly a contrail cock
and balls against the blue?


This poem was published on Poetry24 on 30 November 2017.



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