Walking home
ripped I tripped
on a dead dog
half-in the ditch
hard as a log
and stinking.
I said *Scoot over bro,
come morning
there won't be a spit
of difference between
you and I in the eyes
of the buzzards
and the beholders.*
Feb 4, 2017
Feb 4, 2017 at 9:50 AM UTC
Walking home
ripped I tripped
on a dead dog
half-in the ditch
hard as a log
and stinking.
I said *Scoot over bro,
come morning
there won't be a spit
of difference between
you and I in the eyes
of the buzzards
and the beholders.*
Creeker notes.
