i am hungry for Rottweiler stew
the hungry dog
stirred the broth
hot dogs
and chicken gizzards
called rottweiler stew
and the Pit Bulls
of all neighborhoods
scratched the earth
with excited paws
smelling the meat
under fences
behind garages
in warehouses
anywhere they
keep the muscular dogs
and they are all hungry
for rottweiler stew
big junk yard dogs
with chain link fences
and toy poodles
with weak noodles
all have pink tongues
of hungry joy
and they scratch the earth
hungry for the meaty broth
a stew of meat
and vegetables
unlike the marble food
unlike the tablets
but meaty chunks
ready for hunks
of meat
salivating jaws
for the stew
all the dogs
feel the vibration
as the spiritual stew
enters their intelligent
brains
Do you mean the stew of Kevin's imagination? Rottweiler Stew is slightly scaring me..
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
well concocted KR, but weakened by the addition of 'vegetables'