because I’ve had every sickness there is,
I’ve become immune to everything.
I don’t care that you’re violent,
say things that aren’t true,
& that I talk
when it makes no difference.
2
my dog got his eye cut, & now we’re looking for some left-handed cat
last seen heading north in a black hood & white jeans.
Let those cunts scrap it out. But I had to fork out 116 fuckin dollars. Which is
too much alright: I guess
i do love my animals (except wasps & mosquitoes), unlike this poem, which is a bit of bollocks really. I have 3 cats, as well as a number of sparrows, blackbirds etc that hang around the back garden waiting for food scraps. I don’t have a dog. One of my cats got his right eye cut by a possum (heard it), but i changed the animals in my tale because it worked better with a cat as aggressor.
Thanks for indulging me, Dean, & happy birthday (for? tomorrow)
Liking the strike-thru. vet-fees, loved (or?not) animals, and nobility of obligations!
not at all. thanks for sharing, Andrew
Really liked this, I hope you don’t mind that I shared it on my wall, if you do pop over and tell me off.