Old yellow was not my dog.
Now that she is.
She is as fresh today as last night,
come go away.
Take some notes.
For the second time around,
I wish that you were as well.
The shower stopped working because.
Denuded amused some they are.
In long johns I wash it off at the seashore.
You I once was I wished never to be.
From the piss stained bed,
I write again about brothers and honkies.
From that you can make what you will.
The way from the top to the worm at the bottom.
Because the best it continues.
Why bother to pull their pants down and check?
Blind it is that I am wearing her glasses.
I could be sued for being some one that I am.
Say hello open your mouth meet the doctor.
Was today Sunday or yesterday Monday.
I must stop.
Fumbling at my crotch,
I can hear old yellow coming back.
It is, the doctor again.
Do you think?
I have to much uric acid in my foot.
I call out to him.
Shrugging she turns away and just farts.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.