Movement

Movement

Sunday, April 25, 2004

this is my most favorite poem. written in maybe 1986.

Kick the Dog

Wake up time comes too early, kick the dog.
You have a hangover from the night before, kick the dog.
Your life flies by on the hands of your favorite clock, go ahead kick the dog.
Plans never go as planned, kick the fucking dog.
You go to bed, no girl, no sex, kick the dog.
You kicked the dog all day, why does he still love you?

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