Biography of Scotty Dogg
Hello there. Please read all of my poems and give me nice reviews and 10's. I really don't have a lot of time, so I won't be reading any of yours though. My suggestion is take this review with you... 'Nice Write'. Take this review with you and write it onto your poem page and sign my name to it. This should take care of most of you. Goodbye now.
Scotty Dogg's Works:
' I ain't African, but I sure go'st the blues'-Apple Records
' In the Eye of the Potato Blues, and Other Rags'-Dog Productions
Scotty Dogg Poems
Makin' A Sandwich
frowning a frown- i notice my beer gut- gotta decide which to do first: white vinegar smelly onion,
Cubs Vs Cardinals
Through a concrete gate opening the green field revealed itself. I remember the white lines too. Organ music smells hotdog smiles.
The Bad Poem
We'll lash you up foul poem, And bind you in three knots. We'll twist you till your stars Won't shine, and
Down And Out In Bloomington
I walk the streets wondering 'why me? ' I'm pathetic as I head into the bar to gulp my fill of Coors(Lite) . 'They'
Day Dreaming At Work
On a snowy canvas, I splashed her down with bare, brown, freckled shoulders. With mirrors everywhere, she crams both purple fists into a
He's Left The Building
White sparkle shades grinning your bell bottoms. Tacky. Not much of a bulge. The girls screamed.
Iron Chef Wanna Be
Iron Chef Wanna Be *Implode* grab that knife and start. Already got pot on. Mario says O.O.
My Other Car Is A Volvo
You are a brown dumpster With wheels. And me smiling, Wearing my new sunglasses Driving you crazy sitting on
Mary's Not Happy
You little lamb runnin’ happy hither and fro only 6 months old
Scrub A Dubby Dub
With a silly grin and a heavy sigh I grab my last brown banana. Call
Ode To Fall
The never ending orange and yellow Leaves bombard me; Bludgeon me like the Red Baron Shot up Snoopy that one Halloween
Pondering The Disposal
Steel blades in a dark hole. Food gets smushed. Put your fingers in;
I Ain'T Chicken
I’m here hoping not to crack Rolling, wobbling near the edge In my perfectness. I came first with my smooth
Dig It, Baby
Crawling towards the round spot of light, (a spot light) in the middle of the floor; (everything else black) you start digging
He's Left The Building
White sparkle shades grinning
your bell bottoms. Tacky.
Not much of a bulge. The girls screamed.
Slur your lyrics. Me, wishing I had that
guitar to snuggle up with, and she
wants to blow those blue shoes.
Scotty was the star for me as you