I wrote the word dog
O n a piece of paper
Then I wrote it back to front
That is how I met God
He introduced me to a woman
Her name was bitch
I fell in love with bitch
She told me she loved me
So we went to a church called marriage
Where we fornicated
Till we produced little people
Called children
We loved them too death
We sent them too school
Where they learnt
They were better off with out us
So they replaced us
With drugs and music festivals
I still have my bitch
She still has her dog
This is the story of many mankind nowadays Dear poet Allan, but your style is powerful, let we mix the tragedy with joy and satire as Richard Brautigan did...Thanks for sharing your inspirations...
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Wow, you must be so proud of your poetry and your amazing life.