Nature doesn't give a damn,
she will sign off on a mom dog
ripping open her puppy's belly
sucked up its insides like it was chili topping
on one of those hotdogs, you'd buy from
a street vendor downtown, and.
Sweet little Fannie 'the wife's pooch',
was that mother from hell.
Devouring her first and only litter of three
the day of their birth, but.
God bless the wife.
She still smacks on her lips and tells her,
she loves her.
Like she tells our children, our disappointments
each time they come by for a visit
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