UnPoetia:Under the Table

Poetry for people who hate poetry

Slut...

Sometimes I'm told by someone who's noticed,

"Fellow, you seem to compose slow.

In fact, I dare say

That with your writing pace

It's more like you're decomposing."

And it's at those times

That I'd like to surmise

I'm just a bit slow to administer

My words to a beat or my rhymes to a scheme,

But it's actually considerably sinisterer.

There's virtually never a time when I write

That my dog is not licking my balls.

It might seem crass, or obscene or absurd;

I don't care — my dog's licking my balls.

So if you see me struggling to complete

A sentence, just remember this:

I'm just distracted, content and alive

And my dog, he's a sucker for punishment.