Puppy Dog Pussy Cat
for D.B.A.
she knew I'd retaliate, hurt her pussy
fuck her hard, bruise it up
do to it what she did
what she'd do to my heart
tit for tat, butter for fat
this for that
expects to kill my dog
and I not kill her cat
© Obediah Michael Smith, 2010
12:15 p.m. 31.10.10
for D.B.A.
she knew I'd retaliate, hurt her pussy
fuck her hard, bruise it up
do to it what she did
what she'd do to my heart
tit for tat, butter for fat
this for that
expects to kill my dog
and I not kill her cat
© Obediah Michael Smith, 2010
12:15 p.m. 31.10.10
posted by Obie Quiet at 12:25 PM
2 Comments:
there is always an immense appreciation for clever poetry.
You are an amazingly unusual woman. Your ability to aim your assessment at the art involved, even when the words are a dart hurled at you, is something I truly and greatly admire, D'Anthra. That we are attached at all is a mystery. That we are not more closely attached, is a mystery to me also. My Jesus, this is the worst case of antipathy we have ever suffered. Why ever have you held out against me so cruelly and so long? How cold the world was in the interim - how cruel the gap. I wish it would mend completely and quickly. I wish we'd come all the way back together without further delay. How unbearable it is - it was - even if it inspired a successful poem or two. At the heart of such poems though there is such unbearable pain. I hope you've shared in that element also - even if only for our mutual baptism.
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