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Tuesday, April 01, 2008

oh four oh one



Lets get started with a poem.




tippy toes

Im a vulture wearing english clothes
a night hawk on my tippy toes.
I might be a night time gambler,
killin' when no body knows. I watch
the little chickies peckin' they never
look around- no, no. I scoop to claw
the puffed out breasts, I grab them with
my tippy toes. The big ole rooster dont
see me commin' he never looks around
no no, the mamas cant run fast save them
when I squish em right between my toes.
Now I love to hear the chickies sqwakin, like
to stare em' right between the eyes then I
like to take my big beak pointed and I poke it
in so deep I cry. when the chickie pops fast
I swallow cause I like to keep my feathers
dry. Now I drread to be lookin' backwards
when the knife comes piercin' through the
sky, and I dread to be lookin' backwards
when the poison drips right at my eye, and
I dread to be looking backwards when a
bullet wants to say my grace, and I dread to be
looking backwards when my death is
coming at my face. Now I might be a night
time gambler, walkin' on my tippy toes. I might be a
night hawk vulture takin' right before I go. But I
wont be a road kill loser, lyin' flat between the lines,
if I dont see the plate glass window I hope the
lights dont make me blind. I cant dance away prancin'
-happy on my tippy toes.



cg 2008

8 comments:

Dana said...

*grin*

buffalodickdy said...

It is April Fools' Day! Good poem!

Spin said...

LOL, Love the 'I won't be road kill'
very nice

Anette said...

With nerve
on his tippy toes

Tanya Kristine said...

I love when you write. :)

akakarma said...

Life of a predator..

doggybloggy said...

dana: bigger grin

buff: thanks

spin: no one wants to be a road kill loser

anette: nerve and gumption

tanya: thanks - me too

aka: thats so true...

Katherina said...

Great blog, thanks!

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