Dogs of Conviction
Watch out, here I come; though it’s gonna take a little time.
They’ve been laughing since I can remember,
“You’re an adult, speak like a child.” But I need to think
things over, I need a break from this modern living, to choke
on the strands of compliance. All this time guys were just sucking
up my luck. If you say you’re going to donate, then do it. You
only meet me half way, and then you can’t come through.
Instead you want the 5 cent penance that is retribution. Traded
for a stick of gum: Winter-fresh. You feel the boney-iced limbs
as they scratchthe window pane, bleeding the conventions
of mortality down your flesh. Anxious to end the beginning,
spinning beyond your control. Don’t put me back on the shelf,
I’m not your pot-bellied Buddah. Really, men are no better
than dogs, they are worse. At least dogs will bury your secrets.
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