these people and their dogs
all the time with the dog talk
at the bistro and cafe -
again with the dog talk
in the booth and at the bar
bow-fucking-wow
they talk about this breed and that
young urban sophistos
munchy-munching, brunching it up
drinking and spending, spending and drinking
and every last one of these pink-faced idiots
has something to say, something they can't wait to say
about foo-foo or chipper or somerset
i hate that somerset, that yapping son of a bitch!
so, i began to think about this phenomenon
and i've come to certain conclusions
most of them rather unsavory, but
i just interpret the evidence - i don't create it
a few generations ago, these self-same pink-faced idiots
would be talking about their slaves and servants
while munchy-munching and brunching it up
just like they do today, just like i said earlier
they'd be busting a gut to tell some hip anecdote
about the uppity house nigger creating some faux pas
or the lascivious behavior of some field bitch
it would be slave talk all the time - me and what i own talk
comparing each other - sizing each other up
status and prestige, that kind of shit
different animal, but the same fucking deal
this is what we aspire to - this is how we measure success
ownership is nine tenths of the jungle law, baby
i don't know what the other tenth is...
dog talk
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- tarbaby
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Re: dog talk
Hell of a poem
it took me, back to baltimore in the late forties, mount vernon square, a night club where a handicapped black waitress was beaten to death with the walking stick of a wealthy white man about town, scion of a politically connected family. Yeah they threw the book at him. But it was not a very heavy book.
thanks for the poem
pardon the ramble
it took me, back to baltimore in the late forties, mount vernon square, a night club where a handicapped black waitress was beaten to death with the walking stick of a wealthy white man about town, scion of a politically connected family. Yeah they threw the book at him. But it was not a very heavy book.
thanks for the poem
pardon the ramble
“Where is that man who has forgotten words that I may have a word with him?”
- constantine
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Re: dog talk
didn't dylan write a song about that? thanks for the ramble - pardon the poem
- still.trucking
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Re: dog talk
I think I saw the Levi's commercial based on it—your poetry most pardonable
Re: dog talk
cheers...!
Re: dog talk
Bukowski & I love this poem.
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Re: dog talk
Some folks are really wrapped up in their pets... Great humor in this one, Constantine...Miss your comments on my stuff...
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