Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

they call him poetry’s lowly hound
laziest no good hangdog face around
dragging floppy ears through dust and dirt
tacking, sniffing, drooling on the words
back porch fleabag no-account bard
musings drop like feces on the farm
triple-X vagabond, mongrel, cur
uncouth scourge of everything good and pure
bears the post-apocalyptic glyphic curse
pisses in the wind when writing verse
swallows any rancid meat he finds
mounts the cultured bitches from behind

so he got rejected (ignored?)
not the end of the world..

woof woof

never heard an elephant woof