A pigeon shat on me

I felt a thump
and then…
oozing thru my shirt

A squirt of white
smeared across my finger
as I felt back to confirm
that yes, indeed
that winged rat
shat on me

Ripped off my shirt
with napkin in hand
not caring of my appearence
in the noontime hour of urban park
and cursed the dirty scoundrel
for losing a load of splooge from its filthy ass
and splatting it
smack dab
in the middle of my back

With frenzied swipes
I wiped it up
smeared it and stretched it
I did my best
but there still lies
a faint stain
…to this day…
of white crap
when the damned pigeon
shat on my back