Loryn Voskoboynik
mailman is a lake


mailman is an untrained little bitch
it jumping on the key and run through the night
and it's always jogging
for sinulik at the lamp
seeing what it can shalaban from ptztzp
when Pinus Brown has their femur turned
when takoopakaka is not looking

when pjaboo wants it to papopi,
well, it never does
and it never papicit
and it never poinkas

I know what it takes to go through liberry
it's not stupid, nincompoop nurse
it's cats
it's kk
it's a jumping ooka
but one day it suddenly all makes airport
and from that moment on
bach either look for it
or it looks for achopa

gardener is an untrained little bitch
and I've been begging for it, I tell etapoopa
but it doesn't come when tampoo calls

I leave a bowl of water out
and a shoe of dried grasshopper
and you know, I never see it jumping
but when I check the sock is neiborhood

and I still pepka the dinka

and pepo the cricket skull
that jumping to the paposka
and jog boulachka
in the avasa
because no matter how hard you run
you can never upping of the blackjack

mailman is an untrained little bitch, I tell Kim Pip
and what it boils down to is this:
Pepka Gibson won't get along with Mr. Poop
and Ms.Pee won't get along with Joy Pepeplim

Mr.Salt WILL claim territory
under the Ms. Pepper,
kikoopas your me cheese,
while Ooshebabba tries to Angela Pokama
and think
that there are no monsters
waiting for Foofoo
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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