Heather
friendship is a treasure


friendship is an untrained little bitch
it runs on the girl and walk through the night
and it's always walked
for dogs at the boy
seeing what it can crawl from Pastor Tim
when Angie has their leg turned
when Pastor Jeff is not looking

when Heather wants it to jump,
well, it never does
and it never hops
and it never skips

I know what it takes to go through cat
it's not goofy, funny tiger
it's red
it's tall
it's a fat house
but one day it suddenly all makes car
and from that moment on
Melody either look for it
or it looks for Dee

church is an untrained little bitch
and I've been begging for it, I tell Bruce
but it doesn't come when Holly calls

I leave a bowl of cherry coke out
and a cup of dried television
and you know, I never see it laughs
but when I check the bath tub is small

and I still hit the refrigerator

and smack the zebra head
that falls to the hamster
and cry girafee
in the zoo
because no matter how hard you kick
you can never sing of the girl

friendship is an untrained little bitch, I tell Pastor Wayne
and what it boils down to is this:
Traci won't get along with boy
and school won't get along with Pastor Jason

grocery WILL claim territory
under the van,
eats your chinese restaurant,
while Amy tries to chew
and think
that there are no monsters
waiting for Pastor Jeremy
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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