The Dog
The Dog
I am a dog now tied to all the living
not a sumo wrestler or even a boxer
i am not a mighty man
i am a base thing yes a thing despised
wormy and depressed
poor with or without sores
wearing whatever i can find
eating food but drinking no more wine
i just do not have the time or inclination
to keep money in my pocket
to be burried with
i am just a myth
a person to be handled
handle it
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