When I sit, I smell the wee / My heart was too impatient / To let dribble, / And now it lies, dry and fragrant, / Upon my new shorts, / Like pressèd flowers.

[Attila the Hyundai 9]

When I Sit, I Smell the Wee
from The Collected Poems of Attila the Hyundai

When I sit, I smell the wee
My heart was too impatient
To let dribble,

And now it lies, dry and fragrant,
Upon my new shorts, 
Like pressèd flowers.

– AtH