Damn this Discrepancy

Is so hard to be a dog

Ruffling my ears  grabbing my paws

I always have a bed

And I wait alone to be fed.

Pondering my debt I cannot account for discrepancies 

Yet my tail wags as an accord

To love me.

My heart tells me I need someone to give

But it is more than they can

I keep trying but I get knocked again

Is as I figured from within my tent

Laboured with cushions provided anonymously to protect my fall

How do I tell you that I am not a dog at all.

I can growl but not bite as my owner tells me

He draws blood from his conquests but cannot get to the soul.

But regardless of his dicrepencies he lets me see.

I get a brush and it tickles my mind

To remind me I am not whole.

Every day he is there and I greet him with my paws on his bed

And we share my smiling dogface.

 

 

Stupid is as Stupid does.

 

This knife does not care

how it is blunt from slicing but pays no fare.

But itemper away the burred edges of my life.

The distance from here untill then  is no consequence to you

but it tempers my heart

and begs me to restart.

My dick does not care

it has no brain but only a head.

Is really only a silly fucker. 

Cunt

 

Whipping down your panties

You struggle to clench your thighs

And muggle to find reason.

Such a slippery slope into the womb

As i watch you sliver.

Your scent is an animal and runs wild

oh woman you are my dream

that will not satisfy my themes

of wanton disgust.

I rub my nose in the smell you leave

and saviour the smell of your pee

Oh girl that no god could design

please wander carefull in your garden

please accept my pardon as a falsity. 

 

Dodg in Me

Someone was here whilst I was there

the dodg in me scented you here

I followed his nose and clipped my paws.

Temper your self as he does

pay atention to the smallest hair

it could well be your undoing.

 

Love all you and it will pass

nothing physical but just to feel you are there

and share.

 

You will be nought 'cept memories

of who you wished you could be

and feel the maggots of regret

knawing. 

Dinosaur

 

Waist deep in the swamp and the trees 

Waving my tail thwarting darting leaves

That tickle my arse.

Three stories high I cannot see my feet

Oh I so wish my shit had not gravity

To lump round my ankles

That will not bear the load of my slipping

Away.

Wandering pondering wondering in the sewer of your decay

If it fits I will not wear it

If it shits I will not share it

My fingers wipe my arse but your are wary of poking through

The thin paper of you.

Yet I struggle with my digits

Scratching an itch like a bitch on heat.

But I wave my tail to the beat

Of my heart and will not accept defeat.

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