Jasmine
Car is a meow


Car is an untrained little bitch
it your fired on the Tuesday restaurant and same through the night
and it's always Walk
for woof at the Dog
seeing what it can moo from cassandra
when dylan has their eyes turned
when janna is not looking

when murphy wants it to walk,
well, it never does
and it never exist
and it never bark

I know what it takes to go through best friend
it's not happy , orange lombardos
it's sad
it's green
it's a cry bus
but one day it suddenly all makes love
and from that moment on
keith either look for it
or it looks for mary

run is an untrained little bitch
and I've been begging for it, I tell john
but it doesn't come when justin bieber calls

I leave a bowl of soda out
and a and then of dried box
and you know, I never see it blue
but when I check the and then is boring

and I still white the and then

and purple the jo heart
that learn to the wood
and bring fire
in the apple bees
because no matter how hard you marshmellows
you can never Happen of the yetties

Car is an untrained little bitch, I tell katlyn
and what it boils down to is this:
Luke won't get along with difference
and mango restaurant won't get along with mike

blond WILL claim territory
under the blob,
pink your pizza palace,
while julie tries to hyper
and think
that there are no monsters
waiting for adam
to shut their eyes

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Orginal poem:

death is a dog

originally written 7/8/98


Death is an untrained little bitch
it pees on the carpet and barks through the night
and it's always begging
for scraps at the table
seeing what it can take from you
when you've got your back turned
when you're not looking

when you want it to heal,
well, it never does
and it never rolls over
and it never plays dead

I know what it takes to die
it's not an emotional, rash decision
it's cold
it's calculated
it's a numbing void
but one day it suddenly all makes sense
and from that moment on
you either look for it
or it looks for you

Death is an untrained little bitch
and I've been begging for it, I tell you
but it doesn't come when you call

I leave a bowl of water out
and a bowl of dried dog food
and you know, I never see it eating
but when I check the bowl is empty

and I still refill the bowl

and vacuum the dog hair
that sticks to the couch
and spray air freshener
in the living room
because no matter how hard you try
you can never get rid of the smell

Death is an untrained little bitch, I tell you
and what it boils down to is this:
you won't get along with her
and she won't get along with you

she'll claim her territory
under the bed,
eating your slipper,
while you try to sleep
and remind yourself
that there are no monsters
waiting for you
to shut your eyes

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