Poems
by Alistair McHarg |
When Good Dogs Turn Bad Poodles
in black leather jackets Great
danes, pounding down martinis, wearing tweed Dalmatians
with playboy lifestyles Undercover
dachshunds
It's
hard time at the pound
Hunting
small game can get sticky Like
a plague The rats
of London He cuts
away the viscera In his
world, in his land In his
land, in his world One day
America grew up I got
the contract
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