i yelled from across the road
to the bus driver
wait i’m putting my shoes on
he told me to
fuck off
my mum asked me
how the tendies were last night
i told her they were a bit dry
she told me to
fuck off
i asked my dad if i could help him
he told me not to let the door
hit me on my arse on the way out
and then he told me to
fuck off
fair dinkum i reckon if we had a dog
and i went to pat it now
it would just snarl and growl
yeah...my dog, telling me
fuck off
i knocked on my sisters door
she threw a shoe and something that broke
but she didn't tell me to fuck off
she told me to
get fucked
instead
About the Creator
Brenton F
It's just a token of my extreme - Frank Zappa
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I have an eBook, a collection of my favourite pieces
She loves me
She loved me. When I was small and my wee stayed to the paper. When I was rumpled skin and floppy big paws and big eyes looking up and waiting for her hands to find me, scooping me up and bringing me into her. And we were happy, so happy, so very, very happy. I was so happy to see her and danced my circles so she'd know how much I wanted nothing more than for her to hold me. I'd wrap, wiggle, wiggle and wrap my growing body with my bestest happy dance, slumping and kerplumping into her warm parts just like she liked me to. She was there and I was there, and we were there together, and it was perfect. Oh, how she loved me! We spent all our time together, playing inside, outside, up, down, going round and round. And she petted me and called me good girl when I made poops, and sometimes when I weed in her front yard or the neighbor's, and I was the best girl. For her, I really was! And she scratched me behind my ears, and it was heaven. I aowooo my joy! And she aowoooed hers too.
By Christy Munson6 days ago in Fiction
Comments (4)
Not the dog too hahahahaha. Loved your poem!
Ho,ho,ho a jolly good day!!
The new Dr Suess
One of those days, huh? Then again, it reads like one of those lives.