You Tell Me What It Is

Singe my shoulder
the dungeon is not place to hang out
powder your makeup
you probably ate it
fly in my soup
itching my head
reading a love book
until I am dead
is there truth out there to be found
under the ground
or in the sky
never forsake us
read and lie

the book is true but the magazine gossip
work real hard but never play
retire late and loose your health
never make the trip to Mexico
you are being a hemorroid
make you clean the toilet
do not let it sit around for a day or two
If we have no water how do we beautify
we go as our raw ugly natural selves
dog lieing on the carpet
eating a bone made of cow hide
on the last page of your book
but it is only the beginning

they are overloaded
they are protesting
let us just hope it does not blow
our walls will be brown
look at the tired dog
sammy sammy
sleep half the day away
in the car for 18 hours
never to leave the riding fever
is that a shoe or stone
cuddle on the bed
do the laundry
my stomach hurts
to throw the rock away
are you ever coming back
she wanted the whole couch
I will sit by the dog
it is not comfortable to get jammed prodded pushed
we have a nice bed spread on there
that will do
there is no bed spread
it is in the bag
we have two blankets
what more do you want
close the bathroom door
well I closed the lid

I wonder why
I like you
the blanket is soft
petting the dog
surgery to happen
tail wagging
hung up like a chicken
poor sad dog
walking into the kitchen
is that alright with you
do I have your permission
restless soul ever searching
pad of paper
why did you throw it
what are you going to draw on it
how would I know says the hatter
he is mad and never been sad
the fly is back
around my head
I am looking for my book
is it in the black bag
try the grocery bag for the book
it is in the back of the car
bake me an apple cake
put your head on my lap
sleepy and dopey
yawning to the dawn
calling but never responding
you are good to me and you listen to me
tail wagging again
eyes of brown looking back at me
scratch my tummy will you please
raw hide in my mouth again
you know who your master is
hey that is more than you can chew
that right there is the cold shoulder
He loves me best
roll over on the couch
complain
you just know it and you are jealous
yawn and hurt our ears
fleck of dust you wiped off
running nose
weather never getting better
paw paw is wounded
free brain storming
wind coming through the house
it is the wizard of Oz all over again
could it ever be that the witch is dead
hair of brown and eye of newt
twisted screw and beetle too
put them together in a stew
drink it up and you will brew
a hunger for hate and a run to make
where am i going to go
nails on a chalk board