Dog goD 8Hate
Mainstream - Poem by Dog goD 8Hate
There’s a hint of ordeal,
suggestion at every turn.
They, an overwhelming clamor,
stepping to the liable-beat
of a device-nurturing band,
further & broadening, marching,
even in variable time.
This ever-evolving conglomerate,
in spite of many knowing
(egregious irony, again) ,
advance in incongruity and daily.
Like a dog crossing
the rush-hour freeway
for a whiff of
dirty, dry, repugnant meat.
An ugly indiscernible…rodent.
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