testiclipped
Unfortunately Boots didn't get to come home
So now I HAVE to write another damn poem
He's stuck at the pound with the guy and his knife
Making sure Boots doesn't create another life
Katie is sitting at home all alone
With her dog bowls and collar, she's chewing a bone
And Boots is still inside those 4 gray walls
Waiting for someone to cut off his balls
But
Tomorrow it'll all be ok
Cuz Boots will be at home to stay
I'll now lay off the crack
and hit the sack
Goodnight
Sleep tight
Don't let the bedbugs bite
So now I HAVE to write another damn poem
He's stuck at the pound with the guy and his knife
Making sure Boots doesn't create another life
Katie is sitting at home all alone
With her dog bowls and collar, she's chewing a bone
And Boots is still inside those 4 gray walls
Waiting for someone to cut off his balls
But
Tomorrow it'll all be ok
Cuz Boots will be at home to stay
I'll now lay off the crack
and hit the sack
Goodnight
Sleep tight
Don't let the bedbugs bite
posted by jill at 21:42
2 Comments:
Oooooh...man. When i read that poem, my legs instinctlivley crossed. Poor, poor, boots. I hope for his sake Kates splurges for Neuticals. At least give the poor guy something to lick.
I'm up because I sleep till 1pm cause i have nothing to do with my life. And no, i didn't break down and get the internet...
...I steal it from my neighbors. Thank Dog for 'stealth mode'!
stealing leads to worse things you know, like murder. just like drinking leads to drugs.
our lives are dichotomous right now. how come i have a million clinical hours to do and you have none? stressful on both sides, i guess.
wait til you meet boots, though. cool fucking dog.
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