What bullshit flows from that hot temp window
The barking rings and hits my nervous system
I swing and glass shatters. Hand will not numb
The demon dog is, fair and far below
The bedroom is sticky and messy, I trip
Dad, I broke a window. I knew he’d flip
Mercy have mercy. Black dog beware
Black on gray fur. Thou art fair and dirty
I’m mad. Yet, she is extraordinaire
How you keep me up in the night, Mercy
Now I have to pay for the glass, you ass
The barking makes the hourglass not pass
What a sweet face thou has to crook sideways
I’ll ignore it and watch the hot sunrays
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Rachel Wright
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