When I step in dogdoo barefoot I get a boner.
I think this is true for a lot of people—more
than you think, more than will admit it
because of taboos and social mores
surrounding a physiology like mine.
It’s not like I’m into peeing on people
or watching people pee on each other
although someone may prefer that
to feeling warm dogdoo squish
between their toes.
I brought up this subject during bible study
hoping for a reception of good
christian tolerance and unconditional love
at church last week after reading in Genesis
about Lot’s two daughters who got their father
drunk and they both had incest
with him after he passed out
because he had no heir and they had no spawn
which seemed reason enough at the time.
That’s in the bible and it’s way worse I think
than a dogdoo boner as far as morality goes
and I said so.
But the bretheren were upset
with me, asked me to leave then
continued to ponder the scriptures.
In the churchyard over by the roses
the pastor’s wife was walking their
poodle and guess what?