Monday, January 11, 2010

Sit. Roll Over. Dead.

 Bite it, bad little doggie. Pull and snarls and yank.But your just a rotten stinking little doggie.And you ain’t seen nothing yet.Cute little dancersRomp and roam and play.Reminding me how happy I am to breath and dreamEven if the smiles are apartThe laughter will be sought.The funny thing is how amazing The spirit and freedom of mind can be All the more so, with cat calm coolness.Brought about by not letting the Big Fat MessOf others touch you.So, to torture, true and rightThat with wrecks and messes with your dayJust let it hang by it’s own senseless wordsIt’s frustration will be the game you play.Wait.Problems help you fix them.


Blogger Annie said...

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January 11, 2010 at 7:33 PM  
Blogger kAt said...

Dark and suggestive. Good stuff

January 11, 2010 at 8:03 PM  
Blogger Gray said...

You have such a way with word Rex! Love it!:)

January 12, 2010 at 11:10 AM  
Blogger .när'sĭ-sĭz'əm. said...

more please.

January 12, 2010 at 3:34 PM  
Blogger Keshi said...

;-) hv fun.


January 12, 2010 at 7:52 PM  
Blogger Urban Jointz said...

Look up Michael Manning. His artwork matches the words of this post.

January 15, 2010 at 7:28 AM  
Blogger kittykillkill said...

Those are hot picture. I hope all is well with you Rex.

January 18, 2010 at 9:48 AM  
Blogger Urban Jointz said...

Wow! Your having an exquisite effect on my writing. Check out my latest post and tell me what you think...

January 20, 2010 at 11:41 PM  

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