Strangers

I told this woman I would watch her things
But the firemen are creeping down my hose
And I'm fighting to not let them escape
Restrain, restrain
Pushing them back up to my stomach, but then -
Ahh, the slow tinkle of delight
Release

Just kidding. I'm still waiting for her to get back and I haven't peed.

If her supplies were my mother's -
I would leave it.

Why must I feel so loyal
To those who don't know my name?