play fighting
with a stray dog
that might
tear my face off,
my tired eyes
stay soft
despite
the pending chaos,
upon my throat
her gaze locks
and from behind her lips
her fangs pop,
if i lose my head
the games lost
and she gets fed up
with brain chops,
i put the bitch
in a leg lock
she breaks free
and we change spots,
you might kill me
if you rage dog
but for your soul
i pray god,
we both
overcame lots,
spent a thousand
days lost,
we are cut from
the same cloth,
i should name you
“my strange thoughts”
*
Life’s a bitch and then you die,
she will attack
if you fear her bite
but that bitch
is a man’s best friend
if you treat her right;
*
play fighting
with a stray dog
that might
tear my face off,
my tired eyes
stay soft
despite
the pending chaos,
*
gold chains,
pistol under their shirt,
thick skin,
cocky smirks,
sold their soul
can’t be hurt,
pain sucks,
but numb is worse,
if these young men are strong,
than it’s true,
that the meek
shall inherit the earth;