Big dog

I vent my spleen when my pain is too much

And there is always too much pain.

So to my friends I call them motherfuckers

Or whores just to get a rise out of them.

Sometimes I feel like a goddamn cyclone

Ready to explode like when it tore

Darwin to bits all those years ago.

On the outside I look and act

Demure but inside I’m a bubbling

Volcano ready to take you down.

I guess that’s why I can move easily

In and out of rooming houses and

Be at home being mistaken

For a priest. Life is a bloody big

Dog that needs its breakfast.

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