Hotdog, Moondog, Sundog, Weiner
We're all the same thing
Dependant on what we feed her
Pork bellied fat ass sitting on a couch
Pressing my buttons
While trying to figure my shit out
Now comes the big guys all white robed
Telling me my heart don't beat
He needs a new stethoscope
Fingers going up my ass
It is just my time
Colon cancer cuts like glass
No thank you very much
I'll pass it on my own
Cut the cancer just as such
Oops this cell has grown
Ah shit I'd rather do this on my own
And back to the thinking throne
YOU ARE READING
New poetry book or...
PoetryShort story, long stories, stories that must rhyme and by written poetically, I think. I might add my earlier poems to this collection also.
