Scotty Dogg

Rookie - 223 Points [Stevie RalphaDoodleDoo, Grunter Hossin'Globin] (Don't rightly remember. They always called me Dogg / The Potato Fields, Indiana)

Scotty Dogg Poems

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

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

Makin' A Sandwich

frowning a frown- i notice
my beer gut-
gotta decide which to do first:
white vinegar smelly onion,
plump pulpy Toe- mater. or
lettuce.
“you’re vine ripened, YO! ”
i grab you and scream:
“Still got yer’ stem,
doncha? ” i squeeze the ball
hard. I see seeds. squirtin
juice.
right then, i put my fist through
the window.

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Iron Chef Wanna Be

Iron Chef Wanna Be

*Implode* grab that knife and start.
Already got pot on. Mario says O.O.
Small dice. Whip up cream and add
Her lovely carrots. So orange, and we
leave her skin. Plus dirt. Plus tops.

Don’t clean that damn pot!

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