He was a foxhound
on my trail
after my tail
He scratched at my den
digging for my heart
******* me without art
He stuck his nose in
saying he “dug” me
that the girl I saw him with yesterday
was fat and ugly
He said nothing about me
that said lots about him
he didn't get under my skin
I got his skin under my nails
I know because me called me
“dog”
He'd dug only his own eyes
graven image indeed
and went barking mad
up more wrong walls
scratching at bricks
I should have called him
fat and ugly
but stood and watched
his claws bleed
happy they were blunt
not like mine
Jul 29, 2014
Jul 29, 2014 at 1:13 AM UTC
He was a foxhound
on my trail
after my tail
He scratched at my den
digging for my heart
******* me without art
He stuck his nose in
saying he “dug” me
that the girl I saw him with yesterday
was fat and ugly
He said nothing about me
that said lots about him
he didn't get under my skin
I got his skin under my nails
I know because me called me
“dog”
He'd dug only his own eyes
graven image indeed
and went barking mad
up more wrong walls
scratching at bricks
I should have called him
fat and ugly
but stood and watched
his claws bleed
happy they were blunt
not like mine
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