A big old bulldog
out in the backyard,
is like life, letting you know getting in is easy,
going through's going to be damned hard.
Santa Claus forgot Christmas
this year,
the children cried, but oh
what happy reindeer.
Life's land-fills are full of ashes
from youths cremations,
this news, though it should,
causes no noticeable sensations.
All hands are lost
in the battles for the day,
but, all 'da-feets' by night
simply get up and walk away.
Turn on the television set
scan channels 2 thru infinity,
trying to find something good
I feel like a whore searching for lost virginity.
The Wind may come and
blow all your troubles away,
or leave you breathless
with no words to say.
I've heard it preached
live free or die, but
no one says how
and no one says why.
Smoky Hoss
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/dog-days-selected-minor-audacities/
