Reward - Lost Dog: Propensity for writing esoteric ditties in the middle of a binge night, scratches on the doors of eternity, and bays at the moon on occasion. Close to the family but subject to the mange! Love ya Dog; come back!
You really should write more my friend. YOU and all your twisted little alias have been my inspiration and that is no joke. What I love the most about your poetry is that you keep it real. You have a strong write hand that cuts the reader to the bone.
He's Left the Building
White sparkle shades grinning your bell bottoms. Tacky. Not much of a bulge. The girls screamed.
Slur your lyrics. Me, wishing I had that guitar to snuggle up with, and she wants to blow those blue shoes.