Dog goD 8Hate
Dog goD 8Hate Poems
I drove to the mall today,
the only place to buy
razor blades, and contended
with a heap of madness.
People everywhere seeking to
keep firm the design as money
went for money’s method and
I merely the Good News(Gillette) .
I spoke to several shoppers along
with some clerks in a most
apt expression, yet my silence
provoked silent reproach and even
audible utterance inferring “Merry
Xmas Humbug and we like you too! '
I showed them how to “marry” Christmas
in a precise witness of Jesus.
They didn’t know him, not one! ...
'hey? ' Hey, the plug of a nickel
wood (would) excell prosaic
moneys to extents beyond a
copper penny made of would too.
Tears without 'still love you' cry dry
Pheonix has kleenex
wipe your 'hey' away...wipe your eye!