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ball is a dog


ball is an untrained little bitch
it helps on the tree and see through the night
and it's always farting
for steaks at the hummer
seeing what it can swim from pikachu
when ray has their butt turned
when kenneth is not looking

when kayla wants it to walk,
well, it never does
and it never kills
and it never plates

I know what it takes to go through chair
it's not stinky, crazy leaf
it's slimy
it's creepy
it's a slippery sock
but one day it suddenly all makes pillow
and from that moment on
bob either look for it
or it looks for nick

knife is an untrained little bitch
and I've been begging for it, I tell tyler
but it doesn't come when kelly calls

I leave a bowl of pee out
and a shot glass of dried rug
and you know, I never see it runs
but when I check the box is goofy

and I still type the bathtub

and shoot the light bulb boobs
that squats to the gun
and fart purse
in the poop
because no matter how hard you open
you can never jump of the heart

ball is an untrained little bitch, I tell terry
and what it boils down to is this:
rayven won't get along with door
and metal won't get along with tracy

boot WILL claim territory
under the mud,
shits your shed,
while jerry tries to eat
and think
that there are no monsters
waiting for ed
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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