Ode to my Crocs -- BALD from high wear,
In serious need of good-riddance
During my TREAD on a wet floor with care
In the throws of a SKID and imBALANCE
By the absence of any TRACTION
Between the floor and the sole of my Croc
In need of replacement action
for my Crocs on the Croc-chopping block
Up from the floor no worse for the wear
Through all the sales in the fliers
At the store with the Croc footwear
Back home with the new set of 'TIRES'

Hearken ye Croc-mockers -- 'Tired feet',
(feet attired in 'tires') has you beat
Cause tired feet (weary) are less tired
When attired in 'tires'

Hannah Borke

it's like these
"nazis" never petted
a ******* dog...

schnell...
woof-what?

well yeah...
jetzt...
hier!

these "nazis" never
managed
to pet a dog...

of course
i'm apprehensive
given the current
people
are burning books...
the current
people have
never managed
to cite
the "****" cite
of calling a dog...

it was
always either
hier
or jetzt!
   or?
          fuß!

english people
were never good
at petting dogs,
cats?
  they can do that...
dogs?
n'ah... not so good...
retards...

never attempt
to pretend the stature
of ****,
among the english,
when the english,
will do nothing more,
than...
         covert...
their comfy stature...
wankers...
and slacked *****
all the way...

  besagt, fuß!
              jetzt, borke!

at least that lets me know
there's a Jew,
happy,
beside Europe...
in Israel...

   eh...
    whittle Rommel knows...

please please let
me tease tease
the basic
******* out of these people?!

i've owned cats for too
long...
   i'm being way too nostalgic
about owning a dog...
i need a dog...
  i want a dog...
  i need a dog...
chicken wings
eaten in absence of
the curiosity
of a family circle
is simply,
not enough...
   cats will not do...
i need a dog... i need...

strap-on rubric
of

  besagt! hier!
    jetzt! fuß!
                borke!
      zahn stand leise!

          beißen...

i miss... petting dogs...
it's like
someone amputated
the already existing limb
of mine...
  and fed it...
to some existentialist
chimps...

        me...
i... much prefer
petting a dog,
notably an Alsatian
shepherd...

     cats...
ugh... cats is such an
anglo-saxon "thing"...
you know when
you walk into a forest
at night...
and...
   your shadow just simply
isn't enough,
for company,
and you're like...
a bad metaphor of Hades
trying to find Cerberus?

yeah... that's me.