Things Less Understood

I live on the streets
My daughter is a fish
My dog is so fat
My wife was a bitch

I ride on a dinosaur
And munch on pickles
I have a little rat
Her name is tickles

I once ate a tick
With its blood so thick
A thin layer of skin
Went down with a prick

I ran a thousand mile race
I ran into my mom
Drank myself some pond muck
Then hugged tom

I may be strange
Or hard to understand
But I remain true
Which makes me a man


-I do not know what the hell
this poem is about to be honest-