It is only! men of dog intuition
Who shun
The tearful contents of life
Inevitable to pass
It is but dogs of man intellect
Who embrace
The obvious illusion
That passes briefly
You argue, my friend, a word is not enough
By then, I knew
You were not fully bookish.
When the blind lead the blind
Sit back and relax for a laugh
What is yesterday’s wine
Is an out-dated choice of mine
“And what if my erectile tissue swells?
Will it not pain my cells?”
Cried the dog
And he ogled
“You know, life is a bitch” he added
Yesterday’s skin
Has an out-dated choice of wine
But what if your erectile tissue flushes?
Will it pain your cells?
So, who is the bitch?
