Puppy Dogs and Feral Cats: An Urban Beddy-Bye
Puppy dogs, some feral cats, also monkeys screeching
Make happen lots of bird-like junk thats blue,
Such that parklets go-rounds of curls, of silly
Cause giggly chasing through the rain, where guns replace
Hurt stinks once roosting high among friends on mimsy
When nascent, hesitant attempts challenge the common will.
Lambie footfalls make for games, even rivalry of friends,
While chipmunks, anacondas, skinks slink through their
Thereafter, authoritative vegans move to Middle Eastern
Volunteer for urban work, to mess with regional hills or
Black radishes, like sea green ferns, mallards displaying
What's more, forms of lagniappe, restore denizens fairly
Tiny cherries, icicles, last years clover blossoms,
Makes great work of private cops, of eating fresh fugu.
Seems retarded that those short, fat crowding subway
Remain oblivious to city stink, though possessed of yuppie
Maybe doctors, carpenters, journeymen of kinds,
Fixated with the Sophists works, with pickled orange
Might be able to halt this nonsense. I doubt it.
Given that pitbulls, like software hacks, can diffuse our
gurus with their glare,
The rest of us low-context folks turn too afraid to care.
Personal, unified breaks, wrought from standing on some
Return us to our urban pets, plus to common
roustabouts newer pledge.
The ABC's of Emotional Suicide
Guilt a bit. Hurt.
Jump all over. Knife.