Listened to a guy on the bus who looked like Custer,
Wore a hat like Custer’s,
Was full of shit like Custer.
Wore a black neckerchief with white peace signs.
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Man’s Best Friend
Knew a guy who didn’t really like dogs
but was lonesome. Something was
missing. So he bought one.
Gave it a great name – cut through the
crap. When girls asked what’s it called,
he’d say Nookie.
Passing the Dog Park
Never married.
No kids.
I refuse to get a pet to compensate for my lack of
courage to get a woman, my lack of wisdom
in not having children.
Every time I petted it I’d wish it was my wife.
Every time I came home and rough-housed
with it I’d wish it was my kid.
Every time it jumped on my bed, I’d wish there
was somebody to fuck.
First post will be December 1
Our blog will cover a variety of topics. The first topic will be Midtown in Sacramento, California. There will be about forty poems, most of them short. The posting will be completed by February.
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