In Response to the Prompt: President is a Name Best Applied to a Dog
Because, lit up by a disgruntled god and then thunderstruck, disgruntled I am,
I might give birth to a dog. Your rational mind’s need to make meaning
be damned! Shut the fuck up and agree that Spot, Beau and Rover
are already taken and none cuts a shine, and because someone just put
Lester Leaps In in my ear and the tune puts in my mind how Lindy hops
and because Lindy
and her tongue loved me first
and like no one since, despite her having made me wait so long, I’m gonna call
my newborn Pres and vote for him early and often and gloat each time he obeys
my command.
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