The drone swept silent
between the maple tree
and the shed
zapped my dog Shep
with an electric bolt
that vaporized him instantly
while Mr. Stone next door laughed
I told you, Hoffman
to shut that **** dog up
just as my drone
launched a fire grenade
up the exhaust pipe
of his new Lexus
yet somewhere
in the akashic record
of my sweet country
a muleteer helps
pull his neighbor’s wagon
out of the mud
that follows
a torrential rain
Feb 23, 2013
Feb 23, 2013 at 6:06 AM UTC
The drone swept silent
between the maple tree
and the shed
zapped my dog Shep
with an electric bolt
that vaporized him instantly
while Mr. Stone next door laughed
I told you, Hoffman
to shut that **** dog up
just as my drone
launched a fire grenade
up the exhaust pipe
of his new Lexus
yet somewhere
in the akashic record
of my sweet country
a muleteer helps
pull his neighbor’s wagon
out of the mud
that follows
a torrential rain
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