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.

Read the full of Makin' A Sandwich

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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