Its brown shit wallows in the ridges of my poriferated hat.
Flakes slowly drift down in front of my face and I begin to wonder,
What did I eat?
What sort of barbary did I indulge in which allowed such terrible mishaps?
A pizza part slipping from the graces of my fingers?
Pepperoni slices defying the laws of gravity itself and lodging its member within my linted cavity.
Perhaps a simple pasta sauce could have also been the culprit. Angry tomato bases waging unholy wars on so much fine wool.
How such edibility resolved its cream on my hat, I do not know. But this, THIS I will say.
Its time for a wash.
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