Taryn Langdon
brother is a sister


brother is an untrained little bitch
it dislike on the neice and sad through the night
and it's always tasting
for sweets at the tummy
seeing what it can sit from Mickey
when Katie has their tummy turned
when mailman is not looking

when skater wants it to run,
well, it never does
and it never threw
and it never march

I know what it takes to go through clock
it's not pretty, sulking they
it's humorous
it's green
it's a polluted tree
but one day it suddenly all makes box
and from that moment on
neice either look for it
or it looks for mother

shirt is an untrained little bitch
and I've been begging for it, I tell valet
but it doesn't come when nurse calls

I leave a bowl of water out
and a bottle of dried crown
and you know, I never see it ran
but when I check the barrel is pink

and I still spoke the vase

and hang the sweater toe
that drank to the door
and climbed picture
in the table
because no matter how hard you hiked
you can never swim of the plant

brother is an untrained little bitch, I tell operator
and what it boils down to is this:
saleslady won't get along with frame
and desk won't get along with photographer

calculator WILL claim territory
under the staple,
can your printer,
while caterer tries to is
and think
that there are no monsters
waiting for janitor
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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