ODE TO A BITCH IN HEAT

by Dookie Ramovitch

On a jog

at the end of a tether

I have smelt thy feces

in odoriferous piles

differentiated from the other crap

lying about.

Your essence speaks volumes

of your wanderings

and liaisons.

Oh! To be amongst that pack

and take my turn.

Against this tire

I'll leave a valentine.


4/18/96

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