I was all set to do that when this stupid poem came up.
In the living room. I look around a little,
Then I lower my head to a pillow,
Close my eyes and feel myself begin
To drift away from frigid weather,
Snow, and household clutter, scorched-
Earth ads attacking useless hacks who
Hope to keep their jobs, a species so
Inept, so stupid, that it won't do what
It knows it must to keep itself alive.
I sleep, divorced from such grim things,
No longer human, just a dog, who's
Been so lucky as to fall unconscious
In the sun.
Poetry by Lawrence Beck
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Written on 2020-10-27 at 22:15
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Dog
Dog, I seize the sunny patch of carpetIn the living room. I look around a little,
Then I lower my head to a pillow,
Close my eyes and feel myself begin
To drift away from frigid weather,
Snow, and household clutter, scorched-
Earth ads attacking useless hacks who
Hope to keep their jobs, a species so
Inept, so stupid, that it won't do what
It knows it must to keep itself alive.
I sleep, divorced from such grim things,
No longer human, just a dog, who's
Been so lucky as to fall unconscious
In the sun.
Poetry by Lawrence Beck
Read 20 times
Written on 2020-10-27 at 22:15
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