My Sweet Ass

is named Buster. 

I pet him and

send these one-liners

to my friends. 

You have to come and meet

my ass.        

     Do you want to pet my

ass?               

     Let’s go feed my

ass. 

They don’t know why

I laugh until I cry

until they see him

over at the fence.

Ursula Saqui lives in the Midwest with her family and six cats. After too many grad degrees and jobs of death and destruction (not kidding), she has returned to scribbling during the day and writing at night. She can be found almost everywhere at UrsulaSaqui, chatting about running, writing, and food.

Categories: Fiction

Daily Drunk

Shawn Berman runs The Daily Drunk. You can follow him on Twitter @Sbb_writer.

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