Urinal Soap Cake

by E Allen Jacobsen

Target of my liquid wrath
I flood you in a tepid bath

Feel my watery yellow rage
I assault you on your porcelain stage

What once was an aimless chore
now draws fire in my fluid war

Beware the weapon that I hoist
that leaves you vanquished, lone and moist

A man of purpose I shall be
when you're the subject of my pee.