Everybody loves a dog...
A waggly-tailed friend,
Dumber than an idiot retard
With shit on its breath,
Piss all over it
And f***ing on its brain
All the time.
I could learn to enjoy a little package of dynamite like that.
I think I'd call him Spigot,
To call attention to how profusely he could bleed
From a single hole I could cut
In his mangy hide...
Or after the buckets of come he produces
In all of his excitement...
Pointless energy
Stinky messes everywhere.
Dump him in a pit and fill it in.
Or leave him to me.
Nothing worthless is wasted on me.
I could find a use for him.
Give him a good kick, for posterity.
That's a nice way to remember things,
How they feel from the inside of a boot in full swing.
I could run him up a tree
And over a branch
So he chokes to death on his leash;
Or I could break his legs and throw him in a lake
Watch him whimper, lamely splash his legs around and drown
Admire the ripples in his wake...
Then pretend...
It wasn't me...
And get sick and wet his leash with my tears
So everyone sees how much I cared
And feels sorry for me.
Each person is but a grain of sand resting beside the sea. This thought sets the tone for Jill Eisnaugle’s latest poetry collection, Beside Still Waters.
This is a book of free verse poetry that addresses the seven main tests in life and offers some sensible solutions to passing those tests with minimal discomfort.