"alpo" poems - Hello Poetry

put on the collar attach the leash get on your knees beg for mommy that’s a good boy are you ***** have an ******** bad boy no ******* mommy’s leg back in your cage eat the alpo i put in the bowl isn’t it good have some more how does it feel to be dominated be my ***** loser boy

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Nov 17, 2021

Nov 17, 2021 at 12:28 AM UTC

dark-blue

mistress’s dog

put on the collar attach the leash get on your knees beg for mommy that’s a good boy are you ***** have an ******** bad boy no ******* mommy’s leg back in your cage eat the alpo i put in the bowl isn’t it good have some more how does it feel to be dominated be my ***** loser boy

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Based on a painting, "Nuclear Puppies", by Julie Nagel, 2001 You’re a mutant, you know— got funny dog babies sprouting out of your head like they were ears. Those copies of your face look up at a sky of ashy gray, perked and tense. Are you listening to yourself? What choir of dog-eared deformities sings to you? Maybe they should have howled louder before we dropped The Bomb. Maybe the yellow caterwaul of their melting butter bodies would have stayed our hand. I doubt it though. This is what we do. We burn things. We tinker, adding and subtracting until what’s left is blasphemy—until what’s left is you. A yellow almost-dog, a sagging body with melted flesh where there should be fur. Sad monster; beg your alms from the atomic Frankensteins who made you. Your skyward eyes are bright, still happy anywhere but here. But your abominable body lies here staring into gray space with Alpo still sticky on your nose, wet, brown snow.

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May 8, 2014

May 8, 2014 at 12:11 AM UTC

featherfingers

Nuclear Puppies

Based on a painting, "Nuclear Puppies", by Julie Nagel, 2001 You’re a mutant, you know— got funny dog babies sprouting out of your head like they were ears. Those copies of your face look up at a sky of ashy gray, perked and tense. Are you listening to yourself? What choir of dog-eared deformities sings to you? Maybe they should have howled louder before we dropped The Bomb. Maybe the yellow caterwaul of their melting butter bodies would have stayed our hand. I doubt it though. This is what we do. We burn things. We tinker, adding and subtracting until what’s left is blasphemy—until what’s left is you. A yellow almost-dog, a sagging body with melted flesh where there should be fur. Sad monster; beg your alms from the atomic Frankensteins who made you. Your skyward eyes are bright, still happy anywhere but here. But your abominable body lies here staring into gray space with Alpo still sticky on your nose, wet, brown snow.

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The animal inside me wears a sweater when it snows. He lives in Logan's house with his new wife, and is afraid of the neighbor's electric fence. The animal inside me eats only cold food from a can that Logen scrapes into a metal bowl, and plays with scuffed, rubber toys. The animal inside me hates the toys and the Alpo, though he gulps it down and makes a show of play, ever eager to please. The animal inside me sings of the Ones who ran wild. He has a fine collection of bones buried in the back yard, and revels in rolling in fresh deer **** Sometimes, when no one is there to see, the animal inside me chews the new wife's leather shoes, although this is mainly a thing of the past. The animal inside me loves to run, which hardly happens anymore. He is waiting on the doe-eyed collie who lives down the road, and wishes that Logan would just burn the stupid sweater.

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Aug 4, 2012

Aug 4, 2012 at 3:14 PM UTC

robert-kralapp

The Animal Inside Me

The animal inside me wears a sweater when it snows. He lives in Logan's house with his new wife, and is afraid of the neighbor's electric fence. The animal inside me eats only cold food from a can that Logen scrapes into a metal bowl, and plays with scuffed, rubber toys. The animal inside me hates the toys and the Alpo, though he gulps it down and makes a show of play, ever eager to please. The animal inside me sings of the Ones who ran wild. He has a fine collection of bones buried in the back yard, and revels in rolling in fresh deer **** Sometimes, when no one is there to see, the animal inside me chews the new wife's leather shoes, although this is mainly a thing of the past. The animal inside me loves to run, which hardly happens anymore. He is waiting on the doe-eyed collie who lives down the road, and wishes that Logan would just burn the stupid sweater.

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The frumpy ragamuffin is discombobulated And throws together an out fit She dawns a fur coat in the middle of July And begins to eat Alpo She exfoliates her feet with a cheese grater The top notch tuba player with a hook for a hand suffers from bed sores and an over active pituitary gland I ask him what the difference is between reasons and excuses He seems to be dancing around the question But answers in a round about way Implying that one is organic and natural while the other is genetically modified and man made It's zero hour As I look at the broken coo coo clocks And the rainbow colored rocks The ragamuffin presumptuously tells me that no one benefits from doubt Then calls my friend a bed wetter And tells us she must go to feed her Venus flytraps She storms back towards her laboratory I wonder what she could possibly do in there I'm dying to know I'm on the edge of my seat With one foot in the grave The tuba player returns wrapped in an electric blanket He tells us he's just suffered from sleep paralysis "It's a dead zone, can't get a signal" He goes on to say that blind faith is is a stepping stone to the truth A game of William Tell, a stab in the dark A round of Blind man's bluff with Marco Polo Testing the waters is a building block of wisdom And a clean bill of health is corner stone of a happy life That you have to pay for out of pocket when playing the field And we are the choices we've made incarnate Now, the ragamuffin and the tuba player come once more To tell us the mind is as incorruptible as the soul But the body will bow to time and wither away They then walk backwards, back to where ever they came

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Jun 8, 2014

Jun 8, 2014 at 8:52 PM UTC

tommy-johnson

Infer and Imagine

The frumpy ragamuffin is discombobulated And throws together an out fit She dawns a fur coat in the middle of July And begins to eat Alpo She exfoliates her feet with a cheese grater The top notch tuba player with a hook for a hand suffers from bed sores and an over active pituitary gland I ask him what the difference is between reasons and excuses He seems to be dancing around the question But answers in a round about way Implying that one is organic and natural while the other is genetically modified and man made It's zero hour As I look at the broken coo coo clocks And the rainbow colored rocks The ragamuffin presumptuously tells me that no one benefits from doubt Then calls my friend a bed wetter And tells us she must go to feed her Venus flytraps She storms back towards her laboratory I wonder what she could possibly do in there I'm dying to know I'm on the edge of my seat With one foot in the grave The tuba player returns wrapped in an electric blanket He tells us he's just suffered from sleep paralysis "It's a dead zone, can't get a signal" He goes on to say that blind faith is is a stepping stone to the truth A game of William Tell, a stab in the dark A round of Blind man's bluff with Marco Polo Testing the waters is a building block of wisdom And a clean bill of health is corner stone of a happy life That you have to pay for out of pocket when playing the field And we are the choices we've made incarnate Now, the ragamuffin and the tuba player come once more To tell us the mind is as incorruptible as the soul But the body will bow to time and wither away They then walk backwards, back to where ever they came

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Tony was the alpo manny was the lil rich two dream chasers started off from **** manny got the links up tony did the hit ups before they knew it they were getting bread faster than a baker. Tony was a man to his word if he said he gunna get ya then you better hide like a worm manny had a heart that wasnt so cold but he always had tony back because he was in for the gold. Tony got the power he always wanted and manny got the money so he was always flaunting. Tony loved his family but they werent his biggest fans mamma always chased em, sister loved em papa was never around tony shared his dreams with em but they werent interested manny on the other hand like the little sister they kept this a secret cause tony was trigger happy. Tony made some bad deal left a ***** brain on the dash board his dealer wasnt happy so he sent down a hit on the lil alpo. tony phone ring momma on the line have you seen your sister she ran off for the first time, tony send out a search reached his old mansion saw his sister with manny and couldnt believe his eyes he draw his gun and let it fly manny hit the ground tony started to cry. the hit came fast within mins the house was surrounded tony grab his gun with the grenade launcher war was starting in the fight he felt like a god but little did he know he was being creeped up on one shot in his back let him fly he was literally in his own pool of blood his life wasnt long but he did what he wanted the life of tony was ignorant yet strong.

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Mar 13, 2014

Mar 13, 2014 at 8:35 AM UTC

kevin-rodrigues

Tony

Tony was the alpo manny was the lil rich two dream chasers started off from **** manny got the links up tony did the hit ups before they knew it they were getting bread faster than a baker. Tony was a man to his word if he said he gunna get ya then you better hide like a worm manny had a heart that wasnt so cold but he always had tony back because he was in for the gold. Tony got the power he always wanted and manny got the money so he was always flaunting. Tony loved his family but they werent his biggest fans mamma always chased em, sister loved em papa was never around tony shared his dreams with em but they werent interested manny on the other hand like the little sister they kept this a secret cause tony was trigger happy. Tony made some bad deal left a ***** brain on the dash board his dealer wasnt happy so he sent down a hit on the lil alpo. tony phone ring momma on the line have you seen your sister she ran off for the first time, tony send out a search reached his old mansion saw his sister with manny and couldnt believe his eyes he draw his gun and let it fly manny hit the ground tony started to cry. the hit came fast within mins the house was surrounded tony grab his gun with the grenade launcher war was starting in the fight he felt like a god but little did he know he was being creeped up on one shot in his back let him fly he was literally in his own pool of blood his life wasnt long but he did what he wanted the life of tony was ignorant yet strong.

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I once drove a brand new car ,and lived in a nice apartment. But now I'm dirt poor, and I live down by the lake in a tent. I get angry because of people's attitudes. People laugh at me because I eat dog food. I eat it every day because it's cheap. People laugh because they're creeps. I started eating dog food because I saw David Letterman do it. It looked mighty tasty when I saw him chew it. I eat it at the beach, while riding on buses and subways, and at the park. I'm getting worried because all of that dog food has started making me bark. I've also started licking my **** and fetching sticks. When women see me eat dog food, it makes them sick. If you're wondering if I'll quit, the answer is no. I'll never stop eating dog food, I need my Alpo. Please don't point and laugh at me, please don't be rude. Everybody thinks that I'm a freak because I eat dog food.

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Aug 18, 2018

Aug 18, 2018 at 8:23 PM UTC

randy-johnson

I Eat Dog Food

I once drove a brand new car ,and lived in a nice apartment. But now I'm dirt poor, and I live down by the lake in a tent. I get angry because of people's attitudes. People laugh at me because I eat dog food. I eat it every day because it's cheap. People laugh because they're creeps. I started eating dog food because I saw David Letterman do it. It looked mighty tasty when I saw him chew it. I eat it at the beach, while riding on buses and subways, and at the park. I'm getting worried because all of that dog food has started making me bark. I've also started licking my **** and fetching sticks. When women see me eat dog food, it makes them sick. If you're wondering if I'll quit, the answer is no. I'll never stop eating dog food, I need my Alpo. Please don't point and laugh at me, please don't be rude. Everybody thinks that I'm a freak because I eat dog food.

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