Dig The Dogs (From, Rhythmicon - 50 Lead Sheets With Poems) Poem by Peter S. Quinn

Dig the dogs
That bark and bite,
Dysfunctional clogs
That give a blight;
Lightening and thunder
No law and order,
Everything asunder
And over the border.

Dig the dust
Down under you feet,
Where it is lost
On the bystreet;
Once what you had
Nothing is to last,
Much is like nomad
With talky bombast.

Dig the dogs
So much is worthless,
Sinking into bogs
For its tiredness;
Feel not ashamed
To give it no ease,
It needs to be tamed
That gives you a wheeze.