Aug 2024
Drunk as a baboon
under a full moon
I walk the wild dogs
a pack of wild hogs
drag me near mad
I curse them as bad
I stumble and fall
they lick my jaw
and they pull me up
pup by pup by pup.
under a full moon
I walk the wild dogs
a pack of wild hogs
drag me near mad
I curse them as bad
I stumble and fall
they lick my jaw
and they pull me up
pup by pup by pup.
(76/M/New Bern, NC)
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