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I walked down for my daily meal, probably spinach salad and yesterdays pork in a soup and flesh on the brain stopped me dead in my pace when I saw this striated sack of bones a greyhound, kept thin as ribs by the genes she was bred to express collapsed on the end of chain, tail-tucked dead weight where once was thoroughbred speed built for speed, life on the fast-track chasing a mechanical sheep a lure she’ll never catch kept hungry for the good chance she’d run faster winning some beer-belly’s bets but at least she was given a wage— a crate, and all the food she’d need to stay thin. when genes turned her speed to the slip and sag of age one ******* was human enough instead of a quick slug pulling out her brain through a new hole and pinning it to the dirt behind the trailers, Beer-bellied ******* let her retire to an old-dog’s crate plastic walls and one gate Isn’t she beautiful?? I raise my gaze from the hound’s caramel eye and find the thing clutching the chain, grinning like hooks pulling cheeks far too wide, with too much skin on her thighs, a squat pile of woman bred on fatty beef and pecan pies We rescued her, she’s our mascot! and she hands me a flyer: EDUCATION INTERNSHIPS PUT YOUR LIFE ON THE FAST-TRACK!!
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Dec 13, 2011
Dec 13, 2011 at 6:41 AM UTC
The Fast-Track
I walked down for my daily meal, probably spinach salad and yesterdays pork in a soup and flesh on the brain stopped me dead in my pace when I saw this striated sack of bones a greyhound, kept thin as ribs by the genes she was bred to express collapsed on the end of chain, tail-tucked dead weight where once was thoroughbred speed built for speed, life on the fast-track chasing a mechanical sheep a lure she’ll never catch kept hungry for the good chance she’d run faster winning some beer-belly’s bets but at least she was given a wage— a crate, and all the food she’d need to stay thin. when genes turned her speed to the slip and sag of age one ******* was human enough instead of a quick slug pulling out her brain through a new hole and pinning it to the dirt behind the trailers, Beer-bellied ******* let her retire to an old-dog’s crate plastic walls and one gate Isn’t she beautiful?? I raise my gaze from the hound’s caramel eye and find the thing clutching the chain, grinning like hooks pulling cheeks far too wide, with too much skin on her thighs, a squat pile of woman bred on fatty beef and pecan pies We rescued her, she’s our mascot! and she hands me a flyer: EDUCATION INTERNSHIPS PUT YOUR LIFE ON THE FAST-TRACK!!
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Dec 13, 2011
Dec 13, 2011 at 6:41 AM UTC
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