Bus Poem #99 Poem by robert dickerson
Bus Poem #99
Little ADD dog in a saddle coat of guilt. It pants
Looking a little silly in his (or her) which?
Hoodie shirt and sweat pants;
For purposes let's say 'him'; your ears
One, erect, goes East, one lopped and cropped, goes South,
A carnation of a mustache fringes your mouth,
And every time your mistress pushes you back
Down into the bag, you wag. Whine and bark once.
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