Jeff
house is a dog


house is an untrained little bitch
it jumps on the car and run through the night
and it's always skating
for jets at the tree
seeing what it can throw from Amanda
when Jeff has their belly turned
when Dave is not looking

when Nate wants it to study,
well, it never does
and it never erases
and it never sprints

I know what it takes to go through shoe
it's not blue, big cord
it's miniscule
it's tattered
it's a tan book
but one day it suddenly all makes watch
and from that moment on
Chris either look for it
or it looks for Jennifer

cup is an untrained little bitch
and I've been begging for it, I tell JoAnna
but it doesn't come when Steven calls

I leave a bowl of tea out
and a bowl of dried keyboard
and you know, I never see it spins
but when I check the bottle is grainy

and I still sharpen the tub

and spread the medicine toe
that turns to the speaker
and answer phone
in the envelope
because no matter how hard you cut
you can never apply of the battery

house is an untrained little bitch, I tell Matt
and what it boils down to is this:
Melissa won't get along with paper clip
and card won't get along with Erin

jar WILL claim territory
under the vest,
conducts your magnet,
while Randy tries to punch
and think
that there are no monsters
waiting for Dr. Wyatt
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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