The Mut Philosopher

Gator April  2014

Gator

When I feel tired of being down

I walk the dog uptown

A branch or an electric pole

He must set his mark

When I bring him to the cemetary

I want him to piss on their graves

Pissed off at progeny

But he’s much too wise for those shenanigans

He just waits for me to get tired

And sit down somewhere

So he can jump jovially on top of me

The fire of love sparked into me

He’s a philosopher that mut

Lays his mark

Where fires start

Instead of where the fires burnt out

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