The Kabbalah of Poetry
Dear bag of nails
you are driving me crazy
once I thought you sweet
and fruity
now I deplore the way you snore
Love you dearest doggy
but you’re a real eyesore
woof me a kiss
while you piss
on the roses
your big old mutt head
graining
from the flowerbed.
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