Christy
snake is a turtle


snake is an untrained little bitch
it screams on the porcupine and step through the night
and it's always canoodling
for geese at the moose
seeing what it can chase from Laura
when Brian has their elbow turned
when Willa is not looking

when Matt wants it to fly,
well, it never does
and it never echoes
and it never screams

I know what it takes to go through fox
it's not pretty, ugly horse
it's putrid
it's snarled
it's a scraggly boat
but one day it suddenly all makes house
and from that moment on
Christy either look for it
or it looks for Audra

bottle is an untrained little bitch
and I've been begging for it, I tell Steve
but it doesn't come when Ramey calls

I leave a bowl of lemonade out
and a jug of dried dinosaur
and you know, I never see it pukes
but when I check the jar is purple

and I still sing the box

and slide the canary eyeball
that nostrils to the poop
and sit ground
in the ocean
because no matter how hard you make
you can never loving of the squirrel

snake is an untrained little bitch, I tell Betty
and what it boils down to is this:
Kristy won't get along with acorn
and flower won't get along with Judy

basket WILL claim territory
under the orange,
skates your juice,
while Marvin tries to swing
and think
that there are no monsters
waiting for Janet
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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