Scotty Dogg

Rookie - 224 Points [Stevie RalphaDoodleDoo, Grunter Hossin'Globin] (Don't rightly remember. They always called me Dogg / The Potato Fields, Indiana)

Scotty Dogg Poems

1. R.L's Favorite 10/31/2011
2. He's Left The Building 10/31/2011
3. Returning My Underwear. That's Too Small. 10/31/2011
4. I Ain'T Chicken 10/29/2011
5. Dig It, Baby 11/9/2011
6. What An Idiot! 11/28/2011
7. Mary's Not Happy 11/28/2011
8. Pondering The Disposal 11/28/2011
9. Scrub A Dubby Dub 12/15/2011
10. The Fashion Spies Have An Interlude 12/16/2012
11. The Bad Poem 12/20/2012
12. Down And Out In Bloomington 12/20/2012
13. Day Dreaming At Work 2/21/2013
14. High Sierra 2/21/2013
15. Baby, You Can Drive My Tongue 10/13/2014
16. Ode To Fall 2/21/2013
17. Makin' A Sandwich 1/16/2012
18. Iron Chef Wanna Be 10/31/2011
19. Cubs Vs Cardinals 10/31/2011
20. My Other Car Is A Volvo 10/31/2011
21. Navy Boot Camp 11/17/2011

Comments about Scotty Dogg

  • Peter Stavropoulos Peter Stavropoulos (12/2/2013 8:50:00 AM)

    I like to make suggestions to other poets. It makes me feel important. I can't add anything here. What you do you do brilliantly. Only thing is, more people need to read you.

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  • Bulletcookie 2017 Bulletcookie 2017 (4/12/2012 10:49:00 PM)

    Reward - Lost Dog: Propensity for writing esoteric ditties in the middle of a binge night, scratches on the doors of eternity, and bays at the moon on occasion. Close to the family but subject to the mange! Love ya Dog; come back!

  • Sara Fielder Sara Fielder (3/27/2012 10:55:00 PM)

    You really should write more my friend. YOU and all your twisted little alias have been my inspiration and that is no joke. What I love the most about your poetry is that you keep it real. You have a strong write hand that cuts the reader to the bone.

Best Poem of Scotty Dogg

Navy Boot Camp

Our
black boots
hold ice cube
toes,
with us looking straight
ahead.
Lake Michigan pisses
snow on our dry,
red fingers.
Wind whips our
snotty noses.
Waiting in ranks for Frost
to bite.

Read the full of Navy Boot Camp

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
White sometimes brown skin
Loving my delicious.
Versatile, I go with anybody.
Get me in some butter baby,
Salt and lots of pepper.

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