"Leash and Collar"
“Leash and Collar”
The wind came by and picked me up
My heart dropped down but my body flew up
I dreamt a pile of words
Then woke up and threw up
I got drop-dead drunk, steeling myself before printing lines of SMUT!
I'M not a great one, yet not a bad one
Somewhere in between and that’s what makes me all
Mixed up
Skipping cracks in the road slipping on down and quickly went from my feet to my butt
Got right back up to dust myself off
Had a moment of clarity
AND SHOUTED REAL MUTTS NEVER GET DEALT THEIR CARDS FAIRLY!
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