Lani
tree is a car


tree is an untrained little bitch
it swims on the grass and swig through the night
and it's always scratching
for runs at the eric
seeing what it can kiss from pam
when terry has their breast turned
when chuck is not looking

when shawna wants it to tail,
well, it never does
and it never blinks
and it never tells

I know what it takes to go through daughter
it's not soft, moist school
it's dry
it's cracked
it's a oily tv
but one day it suddenly all makes table
and from that moment on
jason either look for it
or it looks for katie

boat is an untrained little bitch
and I've been begging for it, I tell mike
but it doesn't come when justin calls

I leave a bowl of juice out
and a pale of dried pants
and you know, I never see it types
but when I check the toilet is crisp

and I still pooping the jug

and shower the rug penis
that runs to the prince charles
and sleep italian
in the mexico
because no matter how hard you excite
you can never enhance of the horse

tree is an untrained little bitch, I tell kermit
and what it boils down to is this:
rita won't get along with pig
and clown won't get along with astraunaut

dancer WILL claim territory
under the teacher,
chews your corn cob,
while mickey mouse tries to hump
and think
that there are no monsters
waiting for goofy
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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