Weekend Odes to Vice, Part Deux

Apparently not that many of y'all have vices. RIGHT. But here in New York, where seemingly everyone these days is a fan of the cheap, cheap nose candy that blows through the streets, one vice-baring soul has stepped forward to share this:

An Ode to Cocaine, by Guy Hollerin

Out my septum fell,
Must be cut with detergent,
Can't see my penis.

Thanks, Guy. And may your virility return on the second day.