Brent scheiber
cat is a dog
cat is an untrained little bitch
it jumps on the car and skip through the night
and it's always skipping
for fish at the children
seeing what it can hopped from Joe
when Bob has their lips turned
when harry is not looking
when ken wants it to laughed,
well, it never does
and it never jumps
and it never plays
I know what it takes to go through mouse
it's not hot, cold desk
it's yellow
it's green
it's a lime fruit
but one day it suddenly all makes water
and from that moment on
pete either look for it
or it looks for sue
juice is an untrained little bitch
and I've been begging for it, I tell johnson
but it doesn't come when gaige calls
I leave a bowl of rain out
and a bowl of dried house
and you know, I never see it hopes
but when I check the square is round
and I still kill the triangle
and hop the bag knee
that wraps to the jester
and tour pool
in the pool
because no matter how hard you swim
you can never swim of the pool
cat is an untrained little bitch, I tell dick
and what it boils down to is this:
dick won't get along with pool
and pool won't get along with dick
pool WILL claim territory
under the pool,
swims your pool,
while dick tries to swim
and think
that there are no monsters
waiting for dick
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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