Scotty Dogg

Rookie - 185 Points (Don't rightly remember. They always called me Dogg / The Potato Fields, Indiana)

Pondering The Disposal - Poem by Scotty Dogg

Steel blades in a dark
Food gets smushed.
Put your fingers in;
flip the switch.
Bones crunch. Flesh
Smiling pain teeth;
push harder.
Make rut nubs for
your private.
Lotsa blood down the
Deep breath:
on your knees now.
Soaking a paper
towel. Just for

Comments about Pondering The Disposal by Scotty Dogg

  • (2/5/2012 7:09:00 PM)

    Dick Philips called it the hog
    Cause it et everything
    Bones and all
    Or jus a flush off the plates.
    Course if yo had a real hog
    It'd be more better cause
    You cud eat it in the end.

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  • Bulletcookie 2017 (12/20/2011 6:20:00 PM)

    Images like this is what keeps the finger free to write good poems. Nice! (Report) Reply

  • Vipins Puthooran (12/9/2011 12:59:00 PM)

    [Dark/ scary] but well-written! ! ! (Report) Reply

  • (12/8/2011 2:22:00 AM)

    this is dark and very descriptive- really imaginative - great write (Report) Reply

  • (12/6/2011 10:12:00 PM)

    This is quite a scary poem, but its sort of my thing, beautifully written, with very vivid images. Great job. :) (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, November 28, 2011

Poem Edited: Sunday, December 4, 2011

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