Three Legged DogMay 31, 2009 at 12:33 pm | Posted in poetry, writing | 23 Comments
Tags: poetry, writing, writing for pleasure
We all have to make sacrifices besides sometimes the thing sacrificed was just getting in the way, lazily licking his balls and looking up at the old man pedantically clicking away crazily chasing immortality fox terrier yapping a Volkswagon.
He’s been reading Voltaire again thinks the three legged dog snapping at a passing fly. God put me on earth to achieve a certain number of things,
right now I am so far behind, I’ll never die.
That’s not Voltaire you silly old bugger, it’s Calvin and Hobbes.
He contorts and rolls onto his paws, trots out into the street, eyes bright, nose in the air, hmmm, there’s something worth following, right over there…