Scotty Dogg

Rookie - 183 Points (Don't rightly remember. They always called me Dogg / The Potato Fields, Indiana)

Makin' A Sandwich - Poem by Scotty Dogg

frowning a frown- i notice
my beer gut-
gotta decide which to do first:
white vinegar smelly onion,
plump pulpy Toe- mater. or
“you’re vine ripened, YO! ”
i grab you and scream:
“Still got yer’ stem,
doncha? ” i squeeze the ball
hard. I see seeds. squirtin
right then, i put my fist through
the window.

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Poem Submitted: Monday, January 16, 2012

Poem Edited: Tuesday, January 17, 2012

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