The Great Howling Match during the Wolf ExhibitA Poem by MatthewMcCosh10-29-17
has any one ever
been to the zoo? I reckon not for you can see if you open your cage leap from your buss go on your own safari through the preserve, see the tigers? the denmother her children, poor puppies howling --- howled at by these bipedal objects some far too large some far too small some brand name, model numbered --- special editioned, esquire --- your golf cart is ready; yes junior I am coming; yes senior senile old mister waters running laps on his wheel his death wheel--- as you sleep in what you have made: you know? his ears singing to the breeze symphonies of youth licking the stench of paper mill vats bubbling from lips prying open the door and tasting --- ah yes --- do you know the taste the socratic sense at all the profound displays of a jaw bearing the force in one square inch; according to math, anyway: our enemy, now?; to outweigh the gravity of about seven homo sapiens, around that or 3 fully grown humans, especially if including their wheels --- the profound droop in a well fed natural's jowl, unwavered at the chattering monstrosity of these ---tourists --- howling as they are one, like they are man like the caucasian khaki spangled microphone vibrating google searches in English telling every one to mock--- ah! mock these poor b******s, these infertile whelps belted to my senses, your senses, your mind's eye --- wolf --- get it? yes we all get it. dog subdued by leash, the once wolf with due coarse fur, hoarse breath, ivory teeth --- funny enough actually one of them squatted hindquarters and all and just dropped a little s**t, right there on the wood next to something and a blob called wife by he, scooting over, cursed same as me but at least bearing witness to flush toilets upon the earthen sea.
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