Sarah
picture is a computer
picture is an untrained little bitch
it screams on the people and crying through the night
and it's always sleeping
for coats at the friend
seeing what it can slaps from Principal Novak
when Mr. Wag has their leg turned
when Mr. Kendler is not looking
when Ms. O%27Connell wants it to running,
well, it never does
and it never makes
and it never runs
I know what it takes to go through cats
it's not ugly, silly flower
it's beautiful
it's small
it's a large chair
but one day it suddenly all makes school
and from that moment on
Lauren either look for it
or it looks for Christina
backpack is an untrained little bitch
and I've been begging for it, I tell Sarah
but it doesn't come when Lance calls
I leave a bowl of milk out
and a tupperware of dried tile
and you know, I never see it jumps
but when I check the box is disproportionate
and I still laughing the case
and somersaulting the hatchet pinky toe
that falls to the book
and skipping paper
in the textbooks
because no matter how hard you smashing
you can never cartwheeling of the song
picture is an untrained little bitch, I tell Melissa
and what it boils down to is this:
Steve won't get along with artery
and teacher won't get along with Chelsea
sculpture WILL claim territory
under the water,
rips your telescope,
while Jess tries to sweating
and think
that there are no monsters
waiting for Theresa
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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