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Tale of the Four Legged Bitch
I remember my
brother tried
walking my dog
you'd think
he was getting a
ghost accustomed
to wearing tack
I wasn't there,
but I laughed
seeing the hell
she raised on
our carpet
thinking how
better it all is
ripping new
arseholes
into things,
pissin' on
statues not
worth saving
by tax payers
and shittin'
in a garden
well trimmed
by the local
homophobe,
to not take
shit laying
down, tan
belly up.
Published 20th Apr 2025
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20th Apr 2025 10:12pm
You write in such an. Interesting and unique way, your meaning skitters under the surface as if I’m trying to catch fish in a crystal clear pond,
I’m left intrigued and confused.
I see all of the dog imagery and some of the connection to the title, thought it took 2-3 reads to get it sunk in.
Your closing just blows right over my head, I think I need 10 more iq points,
Thanks for the read
I’m left intrigued and confused.
I see all of the dog imagery and some of the connection to the title, thought it took 2-3 reads to get it sunk in.
Your closing just blows right over my head, I think I need 10 more iq points,
Thanks for the read
