Cru'el PoetryPo'emFor Bright,OldAge'd Chilld'rens

aye! I talk to Dog
allday
alldaylong,   AND it Is
a
Live Long Day wit
no
real rails t'ride On

written-off on thee
backside assward
   shit'te d'shine-ola


dog,dear dog my bene'volent mas
ter guides when no-one-else be-a-round,
(a quite common o'ccurence indeed,indid)


a steady rain rains stead'ly down this moanin
squirtin thru thee screen, wettering hairless dome
on p'illow just be'low, y'v damnpened MyDay,MyLifeEXpectancy,
MyEXpectorations just slide down this suburpin sewerwhole
making no sane nor sanitary situance unto thee i'magination.


'they' justmightaswell goFuckOurSelfs for any'allTheGood It
might do.........like
               tryin't make a Doulble
be a Triple, headfirst slide into 3rd gets me (of I sporting's fame)
a facefulla dust, abraded palms, & a barehand tag in th'mouth- a
tasty taste of ball & base....man, you was Out by a'least 3 feets at-least,no-more

it is an out'rage us abomination that they've banned BeechNut & RedMan from the field-of-play....
              a
sacrificial indulgence....[a]horrific insult to th'pastmasters of th'game, spittin brownblack
sluice as reverent as prayer, an earthiness, a conservancy

icanno remem what started 'this'...mymind is pushing thru mebrain, mebrain begin t'dribble thru thee openings of of of
bonedome(skull)......it's all a bit
           
     painful....

pleas allow me to just close my I's for 10-15minutes...
      may be
ayesight    may'o'may     resume , and if-not wee must
     leave here
      soonenough

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