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Doggies Do
To Randy Jackson, we all be dawgs,
in a homey, friendly sort of way.
Just an expression of kinship,
when difficult judgment comes in play.
When we call someone,
a son of a bitch,
we are referring to his mother,
and not to a witch.
She is much kinder,
when nursing her pups,
but some get the hind tit,
while getting their sups.
When it comes to higher-[mon]archy,
in appointed succession,
it's always nose to tail,
a subserviency lesson.
Step out of line,
bite the hand that feeds ya,
you will be banished from the pack,
face full frontal attack.
It's a dog eat dog world,
in the "free" enterprise game,
so don't piss on his mark,
Or you’ll be to blame.
Copyright 2018 © Ronald W. Hull
8/16/18
You can read my poem at my website here.
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Love ya!
Jane
Regis
Ron
I know what you speak of, that is why I never made it up the corporate ladder.
I have enjoyed your poem Ron, hope all is well, Thank you for
sharing, have a good evening.
Sandie
Does hind tit have less milk ?
If so, it splains why I’m a Runt !
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