Ode to the Poem about the Poem
Submitted by no_exit on Mon, 03/17/2008 - 3:43pm.
If yesterday's poem was a laxative
squirting from my ass
like a fountain
to the page where it plopped,
then today's poem
is the resurrection of yesterday's shit
growing riper.
Did something die in here?
my dog....
eats his poop.
most dogs do
The way I understand it, their digestive tract needs the enzymes that have been eliminated. That doesn't make it any more palatable though. Bon appetite, Fido!
if i was a dog
i would