German shepherd puppy wanted

Spoken word poem

There’s a cardinal chirping at me

from outside my window and let me tell you man,

it has been the best part

of

my

day.

I can’t even drink a cup of coffee in a timely way,

and Unemployment strikes me

something fierce and it isn’t lust.

 And where is my lust?

I brace against convention and the parents

 and forget

what I’m shooting for.

I feel alive when I shoot a gun

and when I f**k my woman but not when my woman f***s me, no sir.

I’m alone

 

 because I ain’t good enough to be a cowboy and I’m too good to be a w***e. 

Give me something in this

fine fog which is a Godly thing

or I will DIE.

So you see, I need a little puppy

to make me a God, who will grow up into a fine fellow and make me a Man.