chicago and the retriever  

ol chicago down at the park
with his pink surprise and dirty mind
theres a golden retriever
who walks like orange brandy on a drunk tongue.
he thinks he gots her but she just runs and mocks his ass
hes a dman bulldog anyways don’t know whet he sees in that one
but its love he says and drools a little more
she snubs him again an he just gets tired poor ol pooch
tongue hangin out droopy eyes potroast belly
i guess im no good anymore he says. not like de old days.
(i member the old days. chicago planked hottiedogs all day)
i take him home and he sleeps on the way.
a little brain with memories layin beside me.
i wonder if he dreams of goldie
dancing on his aged tongue.

© 2006 Delwood Finch