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.
I Ain't Chicken
I’m here hoping not to crack Rolling, wobbling near the edge In my perfectness. I came first with my smooth White sometimes brown skin Loving my delicious. Versatile, I go with anybody. Get me in some butter baby, Salt and lots of pepper.