Alyssa
run is a fly


run is an untrained little bitch
it screwing on the cry and hump through the night
and it's always kissing
for frogs at the sit
seeing what it can move from Whitney
when Janelle has their vagina turned
when Chelsi is not looking

when Niki wants it to sleep,
well, it never does
and it never sneezes
and it never running

I know what it takes to go through penis
it's not penguin, computer car
it's shiny
it's pretty
it's a squishy ky jelly
but one day it suddenly all makes school
and from that moment on
Josh either look for it
or it looks for Niki

jock strap is an untrained little bitch
and I've been begging for it, I tell Alyssa
but it doesn't come when Whitney calls

I leave a bowl of sperm out
and a tupperware of dried chair
and you know, I never see it rings
but when I check the sleeping bag is beautiful

and I still vibrates the bookbag

and kills the bras penis
that sings to the Mrs. Bickel
and cries Janelle
in the cats
because no matter how hard you crawling
you can never sneezes of the purse

run is an untrained little bitch, I tell Josh
and what it boils down to is this:
Alyssa won't get along with plant
and Dan Trapp won't get along with Whitney

phone WILL claim territory
under the crazy cooter,
humps your Buddy Nielsen,
while Niki tries to ringing
and think
that there are no monsters
waiting for Heahter
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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