A big old bulldog <br />out in the backyard, <br />is like life, letting you know getting in is easy, <br />going through's going to be damned hard. <br /> <br />Santa Claus forgot Christmas <br />this year, <br />the children cried, but oh <br />what happy reindeer. <br /> <br />Life's land-fills are full of ashes <br />from youths cremations, <br />this news, though it should, <br />causes no noticeable sensations. <br /> <br />All hands are lost <br />in the battles for the day, <br />but, all 'da-feets' by night <br />simply get up and walk away. <br /> <br />Turn on the television set <br />scan channels 2 thru infinity, <br />trying to find something good <br />I feel like a whore searching for lost virginity. <br /> <br />The Wind may come and <br />blow all your troubles away, <br />or leave you breathless <br />with no words to say. <br /> <br />I've heard it preached <br />live free or die, but <br />no one says how <br />and no one says why.<br /><br />Smoky Hoss<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/dog-days-selected-minor-audacities/
