So I wrote a short poem about my dog Merlin, the picture above is actually him on his 3rd birthday eating an icecream cone from McDonald's. He's a good boy!
He's not just a dog
I'm Miss Piggy and he's my Kermit the Frog
He's legit
He’s there when my day turns to shit
He's my best friend
He's my story's best end
I love him you see
He loves me back right down to the tee
He likes watching movies
Plus, he thinks my dance moves are groovy
My number one fan
And he always makes room for me in his plans
He's always kind
He's never ever far behind
He’s obsessed with drive thrus
One time he stole and ate a bag of my high chews
Sometimes he makes me mad
Some of the shit he does is just plain bad
But he's my dog
That's why I wrote this ridiculous monologue
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Random Excerpts of a Bipolar Soul
PoezjaI write to cope with my depression and document my happy moments and some of my most dark, these are all literally all mad ravings about my life, sometimes if I'm lucky I rhyme. I'm posting them so others can relate to what I've felt, feel, and hope...
