When You Spit From the 26th Floor...

Does it float on the breeze to the ground?

Does it fall upon hats...?

Or white persian cats...?

Or on heads with a pitty-pat sound?

I used to think life was a bore...

But I don't feel that way anymore...

As I count up the hits...

And I smile as I sit...

And I spit from the 26th floor!