Life Lesson
When I was little, I wanted a puppy.
Our dog had puppies, one was mine.
I kept him with me most of the time.
Out in the country, we didn’t have
Many people around. On one occasion,
My cousins came for the day. When
They left, I waved. “Bye, Uncle George.
Bye, bye, Aunt Mildred. Bye, bye, Eddie,
Charlie, Mary. Bye, bye, puppy.” Puppy?
They had given away my dog. I was sad.
Sad, until the next batch of puppies.
And I had another dog all my own.
We did everything together. My dog.
One morning, I awoke to a loud noise.
Mama said Daddy had shot my dog.
He shot my dog ‘cause he was chasin’
Chickens. That had a deep affect on me.
From that day forward, I never chased
Another chicken.
Years later, I was known for chasin’
Women, but I was good at duckin’
Bullets by then.
Horror Sleaze Trash 