He was a rebun pchous a diminutive fellow
a tail wagging nightmare on four legs
and at night he would howl and swoon
to the glow of a full moon

He was a sucker for a sad luck story
especially from that ***** flea ridden
and as she never said, she loved him not
till her own distortion, she was self consumed

Yet as baleen whales notice
she was no pocahontas
she was just another *****
as the dog flew to the moon


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris