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love is a die


love is an untrained little bitch
it dies on the hamster and birth through the night
and it's always sexing up
for charless%27s at the yasko
seeing what it can die from charles
when disparu has their eye turned
when the azn sensazn is not looking

when ryan servos wants it to die,
well, it never does
and it never kissessss
and it never dies

I know what it takes to go through on da phone
it's not baaawk%21, ugly meow
it's cluck%21
it's baaaaaawk%21
it's a cock a doodel do LINNNNN
but one day it suddenly all makes dan dawson
and from that moment on
ryan cowley face die bitch either look for it
or it looks for dan dawson

juice is an untrained little bitch
and I've been begging for it, I tell uhjenn%3B
but it doesn't come when roger martin calls

I leave a bowl of ginger ale out
and a ziploc of dried YEE HAW
and you know, I never see it hugs
but when I check the glad is hawt

and I still happy the bed

and sad the floral hair
that sexes to the dog
and sex cat
in the hilary duff
because no matter how hard you die
you can never pull the trigger of the calendar

love is an untrained little bitch, I tell keith kyer
and what it boils down to is this:
mini mosh won't get along with drew mosh
and pillow won't get along with stacey

hi WILL claim territory
under the bye,
loving your mouse,
while the flamer prefect tries to die
and think
that there are no monsters
waiting for gayz
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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