Walt Witman
penis is a penis


penis is an untrained little bitch
it smells on the penis and smell through the night
and it's always feeling
for penises at the penis
seeing what it can masturbate from Abe Lincoln
when John Wilkes Booth has their penis turned
when Abe Lincoln is not looking

when Abe Lincoln wants it to suck,
well, it never does
and it never penises
and it never plays

I know what it takes to go through penis
it's not wiggly, sweaty penis
it's wet
it's large
it's a throbbing penis
but one day it suddenly all makes penis
and from that moment on
Abe Lincoln either look for it
or it looks for John Wilkes Booth

penis is an untrained little bitch
and I've been begging for it, I tell Abe Lincoln
but it doesn't come when Abe Lincoln calls

I leave a bowl of semen out
and a pants of dried penis
and you know, I never see it feels
but when I check the testicles is stiff

and I still fondle the pants

and slap the penis penis
that rides to the penis
and feel penis
in the penis
because no matter how hard you stroke
you can never taste of the penis

penis is an untrained little bitch, I tell Abe Lincoln
and what it boils down to is this:
Abe Lincoln won't get along with penis
and penis won't get along with Abe Lincoln

penis WILL claim territory
under the penis,
tastes your penis,
while Abe Lincoln tries to slap
and think
that there are no monsters
waiting for Abe Lincoln
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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