Sunday, December 16, 2007

Lap Dogs (The Bush Poodle)

the king of spain stood in my doorway
underneath a leaden sky - looks like rain

tears of all of heaven
tears of all the lies
constant and the lies

the king of france stepped my threshold
and we laughed and laughed and danced

and no chemicals were found
and no illnesses were found
only the ones the fires brought

and my uncle squatted over the flowers
and shat himself and his bull dog
pup licked his filthy anus clean

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