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A GAY MAN AND HIS DOG

Your high paid job and supplementary hygiene,
Have captured both my heart and XXY gene.
Salting the mattress, smooching your poultry,
As cinch as tumbling off a log.
I find myself staring at and kissing your picture,
Just like a gay man and his dog.

Your fresh bleached head and melanomic shoulders,
Have firmed up my dissolve and blued my boulders.
I coo baby talk nonsense in response to your growlings,
Then try to make some sense of it all.
Patting your poop shoot and scoop up your droppings,
Just like a gay man and his,
Like a gay man and his,
Like a gay man and his dog.

Bark, barky hound.
Ruff, ruffle mutt.
That yapping bitch has made a knot out of my gut.
Muzz, muzzle cur.
Yank yanky leash.
I snuggle up to you and leave without a flea,
No chance of stray rabies,
But will you bark a tale I no capiche?

The neighbors' dogs doth too much serenade me,
And homicidal fantasies invade me.
I find myself smitten, romantically driven,
Emotionally lost in a fog.
Squeezing your collar,
Scratching your heinie,
Just like a gay man and his dog.
Just like a gay man and his dog.
A gay, gay man,
Gay, gay man,
Gay, gay man and his dog.

 

C & P Copyright Chris Giunta 2011

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