Erect Nipples.

When Coffee boy, notices that hot
Polish girl, who dances naked every night,
just before he finishes his shift.

He notices, beneath her T-shirt,
there's no more material. Only flesh,
a pair of pert breasts and erect nipples.

Only to get rained upon, showered by
the wrath of god; for harbouring such indecent
thoughts. The might of cats and dogs upon
his self. Washing away all indecent thoughts
and every other stain upon his body, save his
head.

For that umbrella, covering that his crowning glory,
saving the grace of which rest upon his skull, keeping
it dry. Throughly soaked, he walks a good 2 Kilometers,
wet, all the way to the bone.

He reaches the train station, freezing, already suffering
from flu, from 5 days ago. He catches a glimpse of his dastardly
viasge in the many mirrors, surrounding the escalators, down
to the train station.

His pants, his shoes, his white shirt, all soaked through. Dripping
wet, dripping like mad. There're two little bumps peeking out
from his shirt.

His two erect nipples.



Meet his good friend, Karma, she's a bitch.